vocation

When the words

First rolled off

There was an urgency

Of torrent

Of pent-up release

Sluice gates

That were

Not really built for

The outburst

In fact

The gates creaked

The hinges

Had forgotten

Their purpose

And I thought

Surely

This is a one night stand

The first flush

It is more than

Three weeks now

I am still gushing

Words are still

Torrential

Could this be it?