Tormenting Stone

Splash my face in effervescent wave,

bubble lusting thirsty crush,
to rippled flush
down fevered mountain.


I am not doubt,

as throat will out, 
to quiver shout,
in bluer rush of understanding,

bank to seek
this rippled shout, walking back
away from containment,

tormenting stone to die below me,

freedom,
reconstructed to run away,

from one more law to flaunt in moment,
rock
to pass in thru-way, toll booth.


My journey craves
a saving slave,
empty pockets that ache for filling
hands
to reach inside the drilling,

this misbehaved, malevolent stream
dreaming socially desired wetness,

as wilder child
too hard to navigate,

pickinanny bounced
to burst in sorrow,
growing older prostrate,

pondering apprehensive,
offensive betrayal

as body separating foam from water,
pollution's dowry to sacred daughter,

wandering flush
in liquid apprehension.