You are water that flows down

To its inevitable death and clings

To the chalice of my heart.

I yearn to see your advance,

As I stand upon your shore.

You once worshiped at the shrine of my ankles

And kissed my knees, as I moved into your wet.

You caressed my core and tasted my essence,

And I moved to your touch.

I flowed with you, absorbing your warmth.

I ached for the taste of you and opened my mouth

To drink you into me.

I breathed the mist of you, as you dissipated into the air.

I heard the resonance of your sound, as you crashed upon my heart.

As you dove, I sank into your depths, soaking you into my own.

I enjoyed the essence of you

But watched helplessly as you flowed away,

Fading to another shore.

Your evolution is separate from my own;

My river to your fall, and my shore is empty.

You are lost to me,

And I may hold you no more.

But I live ever in the memory of your fall

And ache to taste the sweetness of your water.

I live in the hope of your movement,

As you flow closer, again, to my shore.