for you, dearest, ever so shyly
i, (almost always) silently, sloshing (pertinently), will be like water
falling and falling repeatedly,
(like falls from felled rocks,
this foreverness of the dive)
rinsing and rinsing multipliedly,
(like rain tainting the already
stained glass in Barasoain)
freely, wanly, (like my hand
seeping through the aqueduct
of your body or
traversing the source of this stream)
but there is a brightness unmoving,
high rise of heat,
like water
i have dried out.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
for you, dearest, ever so shyly
i, (almost always) silently, sloshing (pertinently), will be like water
falling and falling repeatedly,
(like falls from felled rocks,
this foreverness of the dive)
rinsing and rinsing multipliedly,
(like rain tainting the already
stained glass in Barasoain)
freely, wanly, (like my hand
seeping through the aqueduct
of your body or
traversing the source of this stream)
but there is a brightness unmoving,
high rise of heat,
like water
i have dried out.
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