a quiet whisper

a hushed excitement

your touch

I feel the well inside me open

volumes of water, gushing

rushing like velvet

heavy wetness

smooth in its gurgling

afraid my water

may put out your fire

wash you away to the safety of higher ground

calling forth my air

again, and again

to blow and cool

to whisper to it

to sing to it

a lullaby to a baby

hushing its fierceness

lifting steam above the surface

evaporation

condensation

perhaps the water is gentler

more approachable in its evolutionary cycles

a soft rain

the cushion of white clouds

of us