A drop of oil into the basin.
Twist, writhe and never touch
the bottom,
where we wait like spring
or some other sensation.
Want me, need me and never have.
Drunk and harmonious,
gaping like a chasm
Or an ocean
churning with a fatal flow.
A drop of blood falls out of the water,
And you lament; wishing to have it back.
* This poem is based on a threewordwednesday.com prompt.
