Capture water and hold it close to your heart,
where the sticky
mass of your body’s blood
can contain criminal secrets. Can hold hostile
hot terrain under a bottom lip like spitup.
Capture water and let it flood in under your skin,
where the pocket
moisture of your dermal underbelly
can sustain its want. Can protect voyeuristic
urges from bubbling up to the surface.
Oh flower! My life for a day in your roots! My fortune for a whisper of your nectary!
Capture water and careen forward like a broken branch,
where the force
of your bailing carbonated bits
can burrow under the soft earth. Can effervesce
minerals in the service implacable condescension.
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