The Well

 

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.

But here's the secret.

You are his thirst

and the well

is your breath.

Art: Persephone, by Dante Rossetti