The church was hot. I drank holy water.
Just like that I was Jesus at the well.
Lower the bucket into a caged spring.
Your skin holds together but how together are you?
Our flaw is sunk deeper than a well.
I asked a Samaritan woman for help.
Now I am the Samaritan woman and
you are he.
Story is best friend and long-found love.
Don’t lead a dress pattern life,
a bed-in-a-bag life.
He who was thirsty and also a prime number
told the Samaritan who was a woman,
The One is spirit.
From my two semesters of Homeric Greek:
“psyche” translates as spirit and soul and breath,
as in The goddess has bad breath.
Not to mention her spirit and soul.