Thursday, July 10, 2014

you
were a fountain,
a desert spring
for my dry throat.
what I wouldn't give for a drop

you
were a feast,
an extravagance
for my famished hope.
what I wouldn't give for a cut

how long must I fast,
oh Great Unknown?

The nights are long
and I am thirsty
and I am hungry
and I am old.


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