the spirits pull my tears to cleanse the lens

inside my fears.

hello in-sanity.  thank gawd.  

love here and now dick, do what you will

to build a mighty reservoir all dammed up to hilt

so not to spillway any on his potholed highway

as those ducts, once so dyked, giveway to hisway

gush

he is all i think of when i think of the cold: dark, damp, bitter to taste

reasoning after belated bidding leaves me a little more watertight,

not airtight that i might make right- in plain or hind sight-

but actual reason right concerning a love not yet lost but on it's leaky way;

out the cracks in corners not caulked too tight, not sealed today.

love that saved my sinking ship, pulled me out of the drowning pool,

built me up, prepared me for sea, then left me to drift without him; just me.

this is genuinely what makes me sad.  the loss of love seen from the shore

forever and ever and ever no more.  

drip

he is all i think of when i think of the warmth: bright, clean, sweet hot to taste.