-Water-
I like water.
Not just to fill my thirst.
But too touch.
To hold.
To place on my body.
To put my body into.
To swim in.
To let it hold me while I float.
To take me to its depths.
To refresh me.
Hot or cold, it does not matter.
Just as long as I can hold it.
It may slip between my fingers at times.
But there is always more.
I see you like water too.
Standing there all wet, waiting.








Randall, I still sit up a little straighter at the end of reading this, even though I know the ending. It’s still one of my favorites of your work.