My mind- a leaky faucet- can't curb the slow ebb of you.
Drip- your smile, your sweet, sweet smile-
The face of fire, turned to me, waters me in glittering radiance.
Drip, drip- your hand, blue-veined and calused, tracing the line of my hip-
Etching your own lusterous labyrinth on my pale skin.
Drip, drop- rushed whispers, a jumble of muffled vows, riding on the hem of a sigh-
Tumble from your tongue into my burning ears, evaporating like the morning dew at the break of day.
Drip- the steady flow of my memories of you as they march through my heart.
Drip- the steady of flow of my memories of you, as constant as my pulse.
Drip-
Drip-
Drop. It never stops.