Outpouring Thoughts

outpouring thoughts, we'll call them
x y and z
gush warm liquid rem
slow. soft. sweet.

easy first time
predictable spurts
then majestic sky-writing geisers
(look up!)
spell y-o-u
and
m-e.

Crowds form. Carrying coolers and aluminum folding chairs
they pop open cans of cold beer
strip down to pure dna
and carried away by the tide of festivities
Beget a chain of lakes, a thousand branches, a million streams, frothing rivers churning waterways deep frigid oceans, immense currents great psunamis gale force winds tidal waves and the remotest unseen storms

in your quiet world
swimming, you plumb the depths
disappearing
reappearing
merging with other molecules
joining in the most holy of ways
gurgling sputtering drooling peeing spraying pouring mixing sweat, seeping tears, vomiting blood gently swirled with one drop of nectar pressed from the petals of ten thousand roses.

Now go ahead. Drink it.