I could feel every drop dripping
like I sometimes feel a sound
a gasp and moan
jumping from synapse
to synapse
dripping from a sieve
left to sift for a season
to slowly give of its wet
only the most sincere
the warmest and pure of fragrance
drip down like her dress
and down like her gaze
down by the soft skin of her ankles
her skin was tingling white and felt a change in atmosphere
like a hooded raven on the cusp liberation
enervated by the air
anticipating the knot slipped
the hood lifted
and eyes revealed to the world outside
a bound energy reveals itself first as a vibration
not long after she melted ice
(Here is a bit of revision on what might be the first stanza
