Kisses flowed as wine on a holy day
Upon the mound I worshiped
Cup, graal, holding all existance
Of which I am nought
Not even, not a drop
From the silence rose her voice
Grunting, spent, a wave eternity
Nose pushed into her hair
As upon her flesh, descended
A thousand, million, drops
Reason- who thought of it?
Bodies intertwined, wind
Outpouring of the spiral song
Talking pillows, a wail
With fish, in a drop
IT is now the twenty first century
Still she lays with me
Though across the room
If I am but a drop
Who am I to consume
All her most dear time
I will lick her tears
Not as great as them
Spent, rent, sent
I loved her even there
About the Creator
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