My Child,
Climb into my pitcher -- let me pour you gently into cup
and drink me all of you.
Sifting you with teeth, caressing you with tongue.
Consent to let me swallow you -- consume you in my belly.
Submit you to my acid strong that burns away the dust.
I will cull from you the nutrients I must have for life --
transform you to my blood.
Henceforth you will surge through my body
grow hot with my heat, carry life through me
grow richly red with breath of my spirit.
You will, in short, find every all of you within
the all of me.
I thirst for you. I am parched for lack of you.
Shake off the dust and come to me quickly -- lest I die for
lack of you.
And what will become of you?
Everything that ever was of you will flow through me.
And what will you know?
You shall know -- my sweet, sweet child -- who I Am
indeed.
