a drop, drops down on a spot on my skin,
the drop is making me grin on my chin.
a grape drops down, from a vine, on the ground,
on the ground there's a grape that just fell from the vine.
on my skin i combined from the sun that grew root,
to the vine it grew fruit that i squashed with my foot.
i always wanted a peom just like you,
a poem that tells everything in your mind.