To Taste the Sky
Clouds float over the masses And I wonder, if I were to take a bite of the sky How would the clouds taste? Heavy, sticky, sweet like molasses Or salty & bitter from their tears yet to cry Cumulus, Cirrus, Nimbus, Stratus How would each taste? Would they cling to my tongue like cotton candy And melt away when they hit spit Or remain solid and steady but Twist and Conform with each lick Leaving a road where my tongue once was The lightening bolts as chewed clouds meet tickling my tongue in a frenzied buzz Leaving behind an electric heat What would it be like? To be above what's Above it all To lick the rain drops Before they fall.