Thirst

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I know the pain of ship-wrecked men:

unquenchable yearning, a devouring pull;

I long to sate this fiend.

I trust you see me for who I am,

Deserted in the desert,

There is no way back.

I thirst for you my love:

the stalactites calls the stalagmites,

There is no way back.

you deny me a last drink, you know not,

I drink the oceans dry I shall be parched,

the monsoon consumes me, my lips still torrid.

I require but one nurturing aspect,

Even ambrosia envies my desire;

There is a clasping grasp on my tongue.

My throat barren and taut,

My life an arid squalor;

There is no respite more apt than,

The taste of you,

I am utterly wasted;

The sands of time attest to my dreams,

I am as you left me.

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