Like arid land in summer My dry heart thirsts for you, RIding a tide of lust, I surge and search for you...

Liquids of Life
Liquids of Life
Sperm, milk , birth waters,
Blood, saliva, tears…
For hundreds of millions of years –
Transferred , transmuted
On the Endless Chain of Being
Yet
Our mothers’ generation decided
Milk was unseemly,
The fathers
Waged their war on tears.
And I saw Mexican babies nursing on Coke,
their moms tearless…
Orit Adar, February 27th 2019, Jerusalem

This poem is very impressive.