Drip, drip
The house pipe is leaking again, my dear.
The cold hard winter is coming.
Drip, drip
leaking precious water,
precious love.
A wounded creature seeking refuge,
seeking a safe place to hide,
away from others.
Needing time to heal, to balm,
life numbing desiccating
ravages,
hidden soul abscesses,
open festering hurts,
and water.
Drip, drip
precious water,
love,
dries
on a hot pavement.
