Water and Earth

The first day – of eternity past – he came – from nothing – sat down by my little garden. He tilted his jug over my body gurgling, his clear water slid into my womb. With no word on his lips with a look upon me: he has come again, he has come again he has tilted his jug once more over my little garden. Again gurgling, gurgling the clear water slides down to my womb. With no word on his lips, with a throbbing look upon me like all the days gone by every day the gurgling play of your water winds through the air in my jasmine garden...