Faucet

I am fascinated
by the words,
the winking
and all the inflection
it's like something
keeps dripping
drip, drip, drip
off your words and into my mind
like Chinese water torture for the soul

Nothing seems to hold you
or control you
or touch you

And all I want is to know
what it means
to take all the time necessary
to decode the language
of your soul

and then maybe I'll turn off the dripping faucet
and you'll realize
you don't have to hide anymore