water

like it's sweet
to have water when the desert rolls to your feet
and a whisper's not so bad when it blows through your teeth
instead of holes you get treats
like the smoked lung can now breathe
after handfuls of hope become beads
to drape a necklace of dreams
over your toes when you sleep
...
i awoke in a stream
of consciousness
and drove my car to the green light and the painted intersection
taking big gulps
and knowing it's good to be floating
(to have a spring in my winter and a fall in my summer
..wherever the months go off to
and however the days melt and crystallize
the flow
through me
watered the orchid that bends and twists and hangs and grows with my
love
)
into you