I remember temperatures
Made me rise to you
Every opportunity
I leaned in to melt
Never swept the sun away
I bid it come closer
That I would rain down
Begged it then to burn me
Condense and then confine me
Maybe we were clouded
But I couldn’t care
I wanted to be near you
In your lofty air


There’s a grittiness first
A glassiness next
And the thought of its haunting doesn’t deter 

The almost too-sweet 
Yet the never-enough
Residue on the fingers proves there is more to come