FIRST VERSION OF WATER IN OUR ILLNESS

We have got to handle ourselves in decent

fashion just some grasping as the fore

arms come to understand the flowers I’ve

chimed in yesterday although I think bluebells

drew ropes around their prizes we mustn’t

a number of things I want to do oddly

smell of soap and water some sort of coconut

infusion you’re with me the whole way.

SECOND VERSION OF WATER IN OUR ILLNESS

Can I wish you would endeavor to dry

but barely wishing I’m thickly wet

shelter my friend and have used you for my

brim the storm requiring rigorous stances

from the deck and I to you what I cannot my

self assure I ought to something my tongue

elapses a good noun yes the wordage

fosters sustenance well all those

midnights your company keeps lit

despite hypothermic conditions

no it’s true you can lonely out until your

lips are sapphire jewels yes I ever.

FOURTH VERSION OF WATER IN OUR ILLNESS

 I say you’re here among the lilacs swarming I’m

truant mist just lately days arriving slow to wee

buds sweet the coffee scalding well the liquid’s

hot adjacent purple in their vase oh some milk

dribbles there I am please don’t bother about saucers

bobbing in that sink forks well we have not eaten

yet or ever shall we amidst the danger of consuming

I should remark your skin glances with the fog.

THIRD VERSION OF WATER IN OUR ILLNESS

I can walk away from events just ships

burning up the harbor yes the water

evaporates King Henry losing his favored

vessel the Mary Rose I think or another

equally aplomb just those days wine overmaking

jeweled cups or also plainly wooden tankards I

ought to say the water extracts new blue

versions of livid of sky of azure my

love is lost on the ship he shall not swim

ashore nor taste the cold sweet water.