The Flow
Who turned the taps off so tight?
Let’s dance through the evening
Embrace through the night.
Sip from the fountain, cool
morning sun on our faces,
blinking, so bright.
Laughing, racing
drinking it in. Follow the traces.
Cutting a dash, careless delight
Swish panache, beautiful,
Flashing white
with delicate graces
and quick as a flash –
On with the chases!
Skip with me through the lane.
Sipping tea in the teashop
First drop on the window
Sheltering from the rain.
Strawberries and cream,
Endless chatter
Rivulets race down the pain.
Drinking heady
our lyrical patter.
Whispering secrets, only we know,
No matter. Steady flow.
Little green leaves unfold.
Take my hand and run with me.
Float through the fields
To hide in the wood,
breathless streams of consciousness.
Clothing our bodies in ferny fronds,
setting our passions free.
Resealing the bonds
Stealing moments, understood.
Increasing circles; continuously
respond.
Ready together, releasing the links,
freeing the chain;
safely under the pillow.
We meet in our dreams,
Hand stitching the seams, our
silken bodies, supple as willow.
Drifting vessels remain.
Look through each trickle and drop,
Little liquid beads
Never stop.
Fulfilling our needs.
Don’t turn the tap off too tight,
it starves the soul from inside.
We cannot tell when
We might hitch a ride
on this positivity
Take charge of the fight
and stay with me.
Recognize the gravity.
Come close, hold me tonight.
Restless hearts, we will be,
until then.
Copyright © Sarah Hand | Year Posted 2016
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