Pour Down
Pour down
Utter a word that speaks to the soul
Savor a moment that drips from these lips
From this tongue, take a sip
Of these moments
This trip upon journey,
And reveries galore
A moment to store within the tip
Of these fingers
Writing moments that flip
The mind and stipulations
Of stained conversations
Dripping dirt on
This shirt of white lasting exploration
Expiration of doubt and drought we have seen
Tasted the bitter moments of salt
Give me juicy stories that slip
From the mouth, from the lips
Whipping away the brand
Of dry, of bland
Give me words that express
And upon stress, I can strip
Away anything that tips
The scale of wet hell
Convey sounds from great script
And beneath the water I sip
Truth beyond common words
Snipping girth, I've coerced
Each moment
Drip…
Drip…
Copyright © Kaima Akarue | Year Posted 2006
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