not even the rain

 

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

(The final stanza of somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by e.e.cummings.)

(Painting by the wildly talented Casey O'Connell.)


(Apologies for the sappiness and romance. It's a sublime August and I'm not making much sense at all.)