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