We wash in the same water
a water that is not apart
from our eyes and ears
and the birth of waves.
We are a frenzy of light.
Movement choreographed
in the chaotic ecstasy
of struggle.
When one molecule of love trembles
connections form fresh tears
to string us together.
I do something with my tongue
that You have taught me
the night spreads open
to wets my lips.
We are a web of light
for limbs to spin
their blood and bones upon.
A drop of Essence
and a thousand flavours of love.
