– Loving waters –
I am a living container, filled with the waters of my loving. But I have placed myself atop the head of my lovers, bid them to walk through these chaotic streets and carry me, without spilling a single drop of me. There is no way that a man could walk through those streets and find his own way without having spilled some of that water.
Each drop that he would spill is a moment that he looked upon the world around him, and was thus distracted by the task at hand; carrying me. And all the while I would hold him accountable for those drops of my life that he had spilled.
There’s so much water inside that container. There’s so much love inside of me to give that I am constantly overflowing. What few drops may be spilled in the journey are nothing compared to the fact that I am being carried by such a strong soul. It is my lover who sacrifices his time and enjoyment in the walk of life to carry me through it.
I want to be limitless. I want to be able to live freely, to spill myself just a little and be at peace with the loss of those drops. I want my lover to be able to stop, to rest a moment and enjoy the journey of his life with me, to take the container of me off of his head and drink deeply of that beautiful cool water within. For how much of me he has carried, I owe him that much for bearing the weight of me throughout.