Faucet

It’s Chinese torture
our touch and go tag
both of us are stag
both running the same way
but with different paths
But like a Chinese fingertrap
we’re both pulling
like we’re mad
and we are
we’re simply mad
got a fever for life real bad
we try to get real steady
but we just seem to go fast
and the moment hasn’t past
it's still sifting through the glass
unabating, grain by grain
building a mountain
made of sand:
A desert for our liking,
and isn’t it so striking
that we just keep getting better
our connection, so unfettered
and you just drip me
you just get me like a faucet