The Divine

Me, a supplicant

Of the water I collect

The fluid from a bloom of intellect

A beverage to drink and not suspect

Perfect

Oh to be a paltry piece

Of touch on her body

As they wash, I watch

The strokes faulty

For I dream to preen my queen

Remember

The tracing at the river's edge

Grew tender

A sacred sort of swimming

The divine

That flows from her skin could be mine

It drips on my lips 'til they shine

The stabs at my heart would decline

The divine

That flows from her skin could be mine

In dying breath it's all I need: a sign

Consent and my heart will align

Me, the one behind the crown

The one to be

A sovereign example of a leader

Falling for forbidden ecstasy

I plead

You can keep me in your pocket

In your sleeve

Your heart, a vessel filled with empty

Maybe I was never meant

To be a king but your queen

Remember

The white cloth dropped

And my eyes they surrendered

A rakish sense of yearning

The divine

That flows from his skin could be mine

It drips on my lips 'til they shine

The stabs at my heart would decline

The divine

That flows from his skin could be mine

In dying breath it's all I need: a sign

Consent and my heart will align

Remember

The tracing at the river's edge

Grew tender

With healing sounds of heavy breath

Remember

The divine

That flows from her skin could be mine

It drips on my lips 'til they shine

The stabs at my heart would decline