For when I was thirsty

Without words
Without context
Without definition
Without “I”

The nothingness seems endless

Beneath her rosen form
Baptized and drowned
I kiss my religion-

I drink from her gash
Passion, rage, warmth,
Lust, love, and light

I do not know where she stops.
I do not know where I begin.
- An extension of her

In a state of forgetting,
Even death may die