Nothing Fountain

Each time we meet I drink from your breath,
hoping to be fulfilled,
remaining empty after every kiss,
our conversations are like vaginal cleansing,
lasting for short periods,
removing all the impurities,
reminding of the reality that even though we bond,
fruit never springs forth like hard unfertile soil beneath my feet,
where can I retreat from you?

Nowhere, she is everything, nothing simultaneous...