Experience dripping?

Hot bath water down a suddenly chilled back
Cold rain from the tip of a nose to the top of a chin
Icemelt from a fading stalactite

Sweat from one’s being
Blood from one’s teeth
Tears from one’s burning eyes

A symbol of Completion.

The winter freezes tight, then it melts away
The last of the bath from a fresh, clean skin
The soul drips from our pens and our words and our songs and our swords
And I can only hope
I’ve a big enough bucket

to catch it.