The Explorer Sponge

From the crown of my head to the tip of my toes — with every drop of blood with every particle of my nails — I came toward you. With my tongue swollen — from dryness — I drank from your clear, sweet mouth — like a sponge from a tap. — I am a sponge longing for your water! From the crown of my head to the tip of my toes — in every capillary of my dreams — you have flowed pure beauty warm and alive. The sponge of my body my love! was my soul...