Aguas de Granada

I course through your Alhambra
bringing color to your flowers,
fruit to the pomegranate trees,
juice to the grapes of wine you sip.

I flow into your latticed rooms,
let you dip your needs from me.
I cool your stealthy lover's brow,
and wash the dust from his feet.

I plump your alluring lips,
and vitalize your olive skin.
I lubricate his deep thrust.
I am the drool you leave on him.

I am in your pounding heart, and
the vapor in your hot breath.
I rinse his sweat from your breasts, and
purify your sullied womb.

I am in your lustful gaze.
I am the humor of your eyes.
I am the reflected lake
when you make a mirage of lies.