Chapter 2 – The Problem with Water

16 Jul

Feels like a slow motion picture show

Carries its cargo like tracks with no train

Current electricity flowing through veins

Blue bridges calming the damned

Caresses as a lover’s touch

Wraps us in mother’s blankets

Cradles our swollen limbs

Whispers of treachery

Comes and goes without warning

Disappearing on the hot days

Abusing its welcome in winter

Flows slow to the end of the road

Only to follow us back again

Wrinkles flesh

Makes me drowsy

The problem with water

Is everywhere

It covers me some days like a rush

Of fresh warm air and other days

Like another woman’s stare


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