Drenched Dreams
vaults of heaven above
opened in exuberance
as grey clouds of dust
absolved their heavy shoulders
with cold showers of rain
coming down in stair rods
onto my hazel brown skin
Wet
end of my tresses clasped
onto those cold falling trickles
right on my neck it gently landed
Gliding down demurely
along the napes of my mortal being
Cold
Monsoon breeze breathed fresh hope
Onto these drenched dreams
Tenderly washing away the dregs of yesterday
Leaving the healed canvas of my soul
To paint to the rhythm of my footsteps
Wherever they may take me
In lifetimes to come
By Jessica John Posko (J.J. Posko)
Instagram: @poetrychips
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