Mary, you thought He was
the gardener,
But He was the garden.
Every seed knows this.
When Creature and Creator
both get thirsty,
you meet here by a well.
He loves you because
you've had countless paramours
yet you remain alone, lingering
between breaths.

He asks you for a drink.
Here's the secret -
You are his thirst.
The well is your own chest.

Painting by Frank Wesley