Words Will Flood

Words will flood like torrents raging, Deep immersed in waters wild; Languishing in languages Of liquid pools of prose, Each time a laughing mannequin Would somehow dare suppose. They walk along with voice on leash, Leading the park with cannibalistic eyes, Bending over benches waiting, For the next remark. Together sharing repartee For all they may experience Between their cups of tea. And when the tea is gone And day is done They read each other's tea leaves Just for fun. And words will flood like torrents raging Deep immersed in waters wild, Bragging their experience; Their late night, early morning laughter Left uncaging. They will stop with you, Exchanging dreams, Amidst the clattering of the glasses; Voice unpacked, and weakly fumbling, For their answers; Never knowing that the question May go yet unasked, And they be left at shallows end, Naked and unmasked. And words will flood like torrents raging Deep immersed in waters wild.