The passions flow
And ooze to the floor
Uncaught
Dripping
Into a puddle
Of unrequited love
And pure emotion.
With gusto
The heart leaks
Unnoticed
And unseen
Flooding
The basement
Of my soul
And every recess
Of my mind
Dousing everything
And damping all.
What a mess!
But it keeps beating
And drips away
Soaking everything
In raw feeling
And unfulfilled excitement.
Where is the bucket
To catch this flow?
Whose parched lips
Thirst for it so?
Yea to swim
Or at least to drink
But nay you are wet
And fear to sink.
And now choices:
To mop the pool
And remove the stain
Or to stem the tide
And still the heart's refrain.
Shall I save it in bottles
Or let it down the drain?

Copyright © 2002. K. S. Shain. All rights reserved.