Aquarius and Virgo

My waters flow over her
through her
around her
surround her
It cleanses, refreshes
and she rises forth
an African Aphrodite
pristine in my waters.
Life springs from her merest touch
a casual toss of her hair
can coalesce  into
a  summer's shower
or winter's gale
Yet his still waters roil
in the tempest of his anger
I can not burn
My Adonis Nubian
his waters peak
my mountains white
I can not freeze
Within the deepest flow and ebb
of his love though I am
completely submerged
in the silken currents
I cannot be drowned.
Nor can my thirst
ever be quenched.
National Poetry Month 2020

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