This Bond

Milky watery in my mouth. I drink you sweet and pure. The papillae of my dry tongue come to life and my throat from you: like a canteen filled with the wave of fresh water brimming over... A strand of your wave slides over my skin lingers in the hollow of my navel gently. And keeps me — like an embryo joined to you — alive this strand this strand in the shelter of the womb of love eternal in all the worlds...