Memory of Water

I wonder if my ropes still hanging from the tree

By the standing pool where you drank me

And filled me full of thirsty love

And the memory of water?I wonder if a king still fishes there

His back toward the burned out air

His laughing catches singing loud

Of the memory of waterYour taste is blood and ecstasy

But I must drink you all alone

Youre freckled like a speckled egg

A dove but this bird has flownO stay with me sweet memory

O stay with me