Your water, thirst quencher is bitter but dripping with youth.
I bring my lips to the faucet.
I turn you on with a twist of my wrist.

One drink is never enough.
One sip is never enough.

The desserts of my body on hands and knees, they plead.
For 40 days, I've waited
Yes, 40 nights, I've waited
for you to soak my seed.


On empty laps I've drifted,
a wonderer of seas
but seawater is tasteless.
It ills you at the seams.

One drink is never enough.
One sip is never enough.

I want to part your rift-like lips, like moses, parted seas.
I've built an arc, to penetrate, to aim at you, to please
and then like jesus, walked on water i'll travel on two feet.
to find that holy water... that Mary's said to give.

My hands are both now clasped in prayer,
they'll later wipe my chin.
Another drink, fountain of youth,
another taste of spring.