89 Look, what I have become -- I'm running water. I cannot help but flow inside your channel -- I am a river in your thirsty shoulders, I am a waterfall inside your gestures. Look, what I have become -- I am an ocean. I wash your salt to tremble with your fever. I lick your withered lips, drip from your forehead. I cradle you in my wet hips at midnight. I am the pulse of bells to fill your temple. I fill your glass -- I feel when you are thirsty. I fill your every cleft, feel every fracture. Look, what I have become -- I am your water.


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