"Then rain fallen across skin,trickling from thigh to ankle,down the back of the knee—beauty,..."

“Then rain fallen across skin,


trickling from thigh to ankle,

down the back of the knee—


beauty, tickling the body

to laughter: I will follow you down.”

- Sara Eliza Johnson, from “View From the Fence, On Which I Sit and Dangle My Legs,” Bone Map: Poems (via pacificaly)