Flow like water
from my vessel
into yours..
from yours
back into mine.

What water?
Water of our
being.. shared
in space and time.

It takes the path
of evil on occasion..
to fulfill the ends
of greater good.

It finds its current
in transfiguration
of mundane into
comedically
absurd.

It picks away
with most
peculiar of
instruments
at meaning
hidden
in linguistic
shells.

I won’t
mince words..
it does get spicy
in its heat and
in its aftermath
gets cold as hell.

But when
things do not
go our way
we do not panic..
we just flow
until we find a way
to make it work.
I know you know.
You know I know
you know.

We are become
now empty.. and
but tender silence
fills us with its holy
afterglow.

The bustle
and the noise
of flooded city
streets now turn
to echoes.
Recollections of
what was
and what is yet
to come.

Come on
now though..
in retrospect
what is so sweet
in biting of
the big forbidden
apple..
do its juices taste
as good
as those that spill
from any
other ripened fruit?

Sincerest
truth be told
its juices taste
like water..
water of our love
for wisdom..
wisdom
to be tasted
by each other..
in our fullest
loving truth.