Surrogate Cloud

She was a droplet of a little rain
wind storming,
cloud already fleeting
dropping lonely, gathering things:
(partnering, parting)
Hailed me down, coolly nearing
melting, kiss
from moist lips spilling
meeting, melds with
her other
on the icy glistening
place of abandon.

-Sam Kaspar

Born in Canada, I live, work, row, and hike in the US. I most enjoy crafting around a hopefully memorable core which formed the initial reason I felt it was worth writing in the first place. Ultimately, even brilliant ideas are useless if they cannot be conveyed eloquently, hence poetry.