Water Spell

Water flows, pearls fall
Silver from your body
Break and dull and drown
On the water's surface. The worthiest cling
A king's jewels at the neck's hollow.
You speak and I bow silly.
Words crunch like boots on snow
Dig their way into the spine.
You wrote of gypsies once and told me
Not to tell of your love of words and sky
and leaves. Gold on dark skin glimmering in
a memory.
The healing powers of water.
Holy, blessed, Sprinkled. I only hear tell
But my soul rises pulled like a breeze.
My body lingers, stills, turns to clay with
its day's dirt.
Powerless I watch the hissing steam rise
from this bath water font as your words fall
all around me.