Odds and ends

Waters crown

Water,

trickles,

down my spine,

slipping,

silently,

into my mind.

Bathing me,

in pure delight,

sweeping gently

across my skin,

wiping all vestiges

of trouble and strife,

far into the night.

Here,

now,

I lay,

covered in droplets,

sweet,

tiny,

diamonds,

kissing me delicately.

I shall never leave,

to do so would invite agony,

they shall shelter me,

in their cold embrace,

pooling together,

disrupting sound,

I surrender,

to the waters crown.