Water

I stare at her.

Water.

She languishes there.

Sensuous, curvy,

mysterious, dark.

Inviting me to touch

drink, lick.

Dive in, she says,

drown in me,

get in me.

She shifts shape.

Just a little.

I gasp.

Breathless.

‘Do you like it?

I thought you would

like to see

a little bit more.’

‘Come

let me taste

your tongue,

your lips.’

I open my lips

and she flows in

over my raw skin

cascading over my tongue

flooding my mouth

exploding in my brain

and blowing out

through my eyeballs.

Water.

Who was still

all this time

is my new heroin.

August 27^th, 2012

Arun kumar r