You are the sound of running water:
unforgiving,
relentless,
cruel.

The sound of running water is the smell of your hair gel.
It is not that I find water grotesque, gauche, or galling--
but I do find you to be all of these things.
And when I think of you, I hear of running water
and my nose is throbbing.

The sound of running water is your fist, strong against my skin.
It is not that I find water malign, morose, or macabre--
but I do find you to be all of these things.
And when I think of you, I hear running water
and my skin shivers.

You are the sound of running water:
unforgiving,
relentless,
cruel.