Lodel-ay-hee-hoooo

The itch of thirst

You enliven my eyes

so heavenly white

and maned

you- a wild unruly stallion

that blurs my vision

with a flick of its Himalayan tail

just to zoop the winds...?

eeeeep..!

My eyes pinch

I squeal with thrill

my face cupped

devil dew splash, you!

I want more..

lend me a peep, a skim of your depth, perhaps?

how about..the first whisper by you, crystallizing peaks so highly true?

I'll be the light, I shall watch you

all. day. long. promise!

drip

drop

drip

      slip

I'll kiss your shiny blunt icicles 

and chase every blowing mist back home

yours, mine, our, forever- the Himalayas

ah, then your fair roar

ever so dimensional and audible

who can hush it?

or fall asleep to it?

none, so, I shall listen

and chug in each word

of every oldest of olden lullabies

retold, retold, retold

until your tensile calms

and a new epoch marks

    to say-

go, hug your wailing skies

march the streams

be smooth

be flex

sing your joy

taste its freedom

never can you be contained

except, to walk through pipelines

to sing out of tube-wells

and dance the hoses

the home of taps awaits

and yes, my tap

so come, be my sip

leave me thirsty