You thought He was
the gardener
But He was the garden.
Every seed knows this.
Creature and Creator
both get parched
with longing.
They meet here by a well.
He loves you because,
though you've had other paramours,
you are always alone
lingering in this place
between heartbeats.
He asks you for a drink.
Here's the secret:
You are his thirst
and the well
is your breath.
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