Liquid Rain

By Nikki Quismondo

When the afternoons catch a blue tint
and the liquid rain captures so many lost thoughts
there are the memories of how your mouth dropped
and your tongue became rain
so I stuck out my tongue
to catch a drop of your fallen mist
to taste the blue and mysterious expressions
from everything to nothing
I lost myself in its many rain drops
your body became the flooded streams
that drew upon my tears
and I think about it in the blue afternoons,
where I should have held an umbrella...