inspiration

5/07

She drips onto me like water,
sometimes slowly - a faint trickle
I barely notice, dancing onto my
moppy hair, until it collects and dribbles
in ice cold tributaries down my back.
Sometimes it comes all at once,
overwhelming,
forcing my head into a vast, ice cold ocean,
plunged, with no warning, no time
to catch my breath
as I flounder, trying to use my useless arms
to force all the salt water back into my eyes
before I drown, or
someone else notices
and I drown someone with me.
She drips onto me like water,
sometimes warm, like a soft
cascading waterfall,
sometimes cutting me like ice.
She drips onto me like water.
I am forever thirsty.
(She is no longer there.)