drenched whole in the swallows of my mind
i am only capable of overwhelming you. 
i drip down your legs, slide into the pores of your skin.
kill me, or else turn my water into wine.
rolling back the stone, it's clear this is an eternal staircase
i struggle up, slowly, without end:
the way i love you is spiritual,
a pillar of fire writ orange in the sky, or else
the legacy of salt, land attachment, nostalgia of the body.
slide your tongue between my lips:
i am whole, and wholly wet, for you.