Of the water made

How I miss you—

spread across the waters

where I bury your body

and wash my soul.


The you of molten touch,

of pleasures sure and bold,

of smiles told true,

is elemental again.


How I love you—

sweet shadow soft laying

across my bed and my body warm—

but no more, no more, just water!


The you of gentle heart,

of divinity in human flesh,

of heights and loss,

is of the water made.