The weight of the raindrop that trickled
under my waterproof.
The shape of the arm of the snowflake that smashed into my left eye.
The arc of the rainbow that landed
on the dock of the Port of Cork.
The pixels of the iris by which I see
handwriting painted in my black Moleskine.
The taste of your nipple between my infant gums
the day we first met.
The pounding of your gait growing stronger in ears
listening to the “Mad World ” of Gary Jules.
and you alone…