Sun on skin,
and self drips,
drips,
drips,
cannot grip
under such
Love.
Your gaze
melts me,
pares me,
strips me down
and I drip,
drip,
drip.
Impurities
slip,
molecule
rolling over
molecule,
watering the ground,
praying
for
green…
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Hi Melody.
Thanks for the very thought-provoking image and words.
Fine imagery and complementation, indeed!
Thank you very much, Chito! 🙂
Beautiful & nice thought…
Thank you! I appreciate your visits…
Hmmmm, very deep today.
My brain is plumb tuckered out, Ma’am! 🙂
I ‘spect it is, dear heart–I’m draggin’ too, which is why I could only “hmmmm”…
I loved this one .. the depth of it and the shape of it. Thank you! And without knowing it, you’ve blessed me in a whole other way. Once when I checked to see what people were looking up to find my blog, it said, ‘deb drips’. ! I laughed but didn’t find it particularly encouraging. Now with your poem, it fits! 🙂
Ha ha! Those search terms are sometimes unbelievably weird and wacky, aren’t they??