In
a land cracked with thirst
squeeze
a stone
and
wait for dew,
eyes
peeled
for
the returning sun,
red
rimmed and glistening
as
an onion shucked to its core.
feel
longing
claw
your belly
turn
your throat
to a
vortexed scream
where
your flesh flees
day
by day
skin
translucent
against
a blinding sky.
hear
your blood
pound
in your brain
hollow
boom
of a
runner returning,
hands
empty.
Swollen
with hunger
your
soul bursts
like
a soap bubble.
Even
if embraced
by murmuring
water,
will
you feel again
the
seams of your skin?
Or
remain forever
a suckling
mouth
nuzzling
desperately
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