girl with baby's breath in her long curly hair

if divine love

if divine love were water

it would be ice – impenetrably chilling

rattling your bones

cooling parched travellers

providing Arctic guidance to polar bears

solid is such love

floating in your filling cup

if divine love were water

it would be that which fills your body

your most ubiquitous possession

the fluid that moves inner universes

holding organs within their orbit

suspending your heart in rivers

cradling the unborn in a pond

if divine love were water

it would be bubbles that erupt in your kettle

causing steamy screams in preparation 

for tea in the morning 

for rice by midday

for your evening bath by candlelight

seas of petals and oils and salts and skins

if divine love were water

it would pacify you 

indulge you

heal you

cool you

awe you

fill you