You move me like water, in and out of your intention. Filling up your gaps with my emotions and pouring me out when you’ve had too much. Your mood changes, so you add food coloring to me to suit your needs. Filtering it out again as you see fit.
You pour me out and stare at my shapelessness. Just for the hell of it, you slap me. You like the sound your hand makes when you hit me, and the way you make my surface react; so you do it again and again, until your own hand hurts. You get angry with me.
Try as you will, you can’t pick me up, you splashed me all over and there’s almost nothing left. You are trying to grasp at me but I only drip between your fingers.
You use the side of your hand as a squeegee to push me into a bowl, where you once again pour me into and out of your intention. Still not realizing you can’t mold me to your bidding.
Because I am free like water and not pliable, like clay, to your abuse.
THE FLIP SIDE
You move me like water, in and out of your intention. Filling your gaps with my succulence and pouring me into your cup.
You color me with your passion and poison so delicious I can taste your touch. And I surrender to your fluidity.
You pour me out and stare at my shapely silhouette. And just for the hell of it, you slip your fingers into me. You like the sound they make when you move around; the way you make my body react. You do it again and again, until your own fluidity becomes solid.
You’ve splashed me all over until there’s almost nothing left. You’re trying to grasp at me but I keep dripping between your fingers.
You use the side of your hand as a squeegee and ease me into a bowl, where you once again pour me into and out of your intention.
You bring me back and forth between flowing and holding your breath. Between letting you breathe and raining ecstasy all over you.
Swimming through my pool of indulgence, I am enticing you to dive deeper into my waters.
You have me in your cup, waiting to be consumed. You drink me and I ease down your throat.
You touch me and feel the ripples caused by the tremble you give me. I am water and I quench your thirst when you are of a sultry need. Still and calm, wild and unpredictable. Ever adaptably flowing.
I am your water.