Sweat

It is us, these hearts racing
Primal naked need
Seeing it’s prey in the mirror.
We catch ourselves
Wet.
Love is this condensation
Now dripping from every pore
And just beneath it
The desert inhaling it.
Even conspicuous breath
Spreads humidity.
Baptize me-
As I baptize you
In Love’s name,
Soaked, saturated,
A sponge squeezed
For we are so filled.
Together we create
This new mixture
Only we can drink,
And having tasted love now
Our love-
We will sweat it out
To the perfect end.

John H. Bidwell