My Waterborne, my water bearer
My very own Poseidon
Shall my Archer loose the arrow?
Will your water quench my fire?
Hunger pulls the magic
Once tasted now always starving
Your breath on my skin
Your bite on my parting
The shudder, the rhythm
Again and again
Evening breezes frame a sighing moon
Like a voyeur studying my secrets
Heels click the sidewalk while peaceful darkness surrounds
We are lost on London streets, yet together we are found
Robin wrote this for us in 2004