Hands together, cupped in close caress,
Dip down deep, a singular vessel
Plunging into cool, clear waters, searching
Under the surface, these hands deliquesce
Dissolve into a pink peach floating flux.
Submerged they scoop with care enough
To hold, to sate, to douse the inner need.
Drawn out, these hands, rematerialize
Solid and imperfect, leaking precious
Resources before reaching parched lips