February 3, 2015


The water blurs

As it slips down this side

In the mists that kiss

The tips of trees

I canít reach from this beach

At the foot of the falls,

I drive by this place

Like a drive by killer,

Taking quick shots

Of this spot

Before I seek shelter


But always dreaming

I sheltered here,

My mouth tuned

To the tastes of wet

This gap oozes with

Each spring

The feel of it feeding me

Deep inside

Until I cry

This that explodes

High up to feed

This flow

Explodes in me so that

I gush with it

Drinking it up

Sucking in this misty air

Never getting enough

To fill up,

But just enough to know

I am still alive


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