Water Cure

Water Cure

When I think of
Your body,
Desire tidal waves
Flood me out again.

An exquisite storm
Gathers up dark clouds
to shed rain
From my sapwood skin.

Vapors of impulse
Give form to liminal ghosts
On the tired threshold
Of my mind.

So kiss me quick,
Before it’s too late,
And suck the raw sulfur
Out of my bloodstream.

Let the sweet water replace
The extractives of trauma,
Or let me drown in regret’s
Green and galloping sea.