The Composition of Water

With your two stout arms you broke the border I ran I flung myself into your arms I stared into your two eyes lovingly lovingly fearlessly. You seized me pressed me to yourself. The bonds of my enclosure came undone and you blossomed in me. I soared with you I became a tear: the sweet tear of joy. Dew blossomed dew upon dew on the soil of our union. Each dewdrop: the mirror of our moment of peak. In the wasteland of my atom I was spinning around myself around the wasteland of the universe a fast orbit: with the dry echo of my endless sighs in the absurd limbo alone, all alone millions of futile centuries. With your two stout arms you broke the dam you never said why you alone broke all the dams: and life the roaring river of life dew upon dew began...