Feels like a slow motion picture show
Carries its cargo like tracks with no train
Current electricity flowing through veins
Blue bridges calming the damned
Caresses as a lover’s touch
Wraps us in mother’s blankets
Cradles our swollen limbs
Whispers of treachery
Comes and goes without warning
Disappearing on the hot days
Abusing its welcome in winter
Flows slow to the end of the road
Only to follow us back again
Wrinkles flesh
Makes me drowsy
The problem with water
Is everywhere
It covers me some days like a rush
Of fresh warm air and other days
Like another woman’s stare