When water pours from you
and shatters into words
your voice becomes a deluge
of willed ignorance-
a roaring, breaking fall
that shuts you in - or out.
And it's me - it's us -
it's perspective -
that's absent, that's walled away
by the force of you.
And I drink it in,
I swallow you like seed
spilled into my mouth,
salty and tasting of
only a single note -
your need.
My eyes ache with the force
of not being seen
and my throat is ragged
with raging silently
wondering
if I will drown
right
in front of you.
