The Love Life of Water

The Love Life Of Water

The land's an old lover

of this water,

the bold blowsy flame who

blows into town
on the back of a riot.

The land's not really sure

he wants her back,

at least so much of her,

but after a wild night

he finds her seaweed hair

on his pillow anyway,

grey eyes bloodshot with lightning

 devouring his face,

her dirty dissolving fingers

exploring every fissure.

 Everything moveable here is hers,

and she will take it;

the land knows

all about that, because

she's been this way before

too many times.

The  last kiss is roughest, the overflow

 that leaves him drowned and gasping,

with the hard morning of living coming on,

while she smiles and makes a sound
like bells exploding

and moves her mirrors, her floods,

her funnels down the road.

~May 2015

It's been raining here for forty days and fifty nights--or so it seems. 
Listening to rain hit the walls as I write.









Optional Musical Accompaniment

Image credits: Frontyard flood, copyright joyannjones 2015
Street Flooding, Oklahoma City      courtesy KFOR News source
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