Drafting Water.

Water drafting, falling
From the tip of Everest

Briefly disturbing the outline
Of the sleek vertical horizon

Swift and gentle, it flows just
As his sweat travels along

The contour of his gym-fit physique
Down to his fuzzy navel

And right into your soul.
Radio’s playing at the

Tip of you sharp memory
Down to the caveats of

The mystified canyon, where
Lucid and pale water could

Have been lightly cascading
It was a betrothal of sort:

A confirmation of notes,
Forming tones, cultivating to rhythm

Sensibility forms music, just as
Water is formed by the bottle.

Drafting water, reaching the
Floor of the deep, calm river

Like it reaches the bottom
Of a playing orchestra

Embracing your forbidden thought,
Such lingering a desire.