A water drop

A WATER DROP

A snowflake drifts from the cold sky, silently settling on your eyelash. I look into your eyes as it melts and you blink it away.

Another stops on the tip of your nose and transforms into a drop, standing proud and round. I see your eyes a hundred times in the drop. Your eyes...shining a hundred ways happy, look deep into mine. The drop remains there, then slowly it flattens even though your head holds as steady as your smile

I come closer to your full, waiting lips and the drop vanishes leaving a trace of wetness and that lets me move even closer to you. The dampness of the remains of the snowflake tickle my nose as I kiss you.

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