Raindance

If i were a raindrop I would fall from the sky seeking your form. ..
A soft patter and I would roll down your skin.
Linger in a fold... run across your skin.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be reincarnated as the moisture in your epidermis...
A tear flowing from your nasolacrimal duct...
I would relish the moment that I sit on your lips...
The feel of your hand as you brush me away.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the bathwater that caressess your flower as you wash the petals and the stem...
The walls of the tunnel of mans birth... The littlest death.
Fall onto the page of your ink and smear myself across you as the words meld together.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the puddles that shimmer as other drops fall in and you walk by.
A glass of the water that you partake of to sate your thirst.
Washed into the roots of your hair to rid you of the dust and the dirt.
If I were a raindrop.