Quenching

05.19.06 (4:29 pm)   [edit]
  
 



The sun beats down
Upon the one who thirsts,
Throat parched,
Tongue swollen,
Screaming for cool water,
The mind obsessed,
Growing deeper
Each moment tormented.

The stream was heard from afar
The beauty of the sound
Greater
More thrilling
Than any sound ever heard,
The body frantic
Its desire
All consuming

With a joyful noise,
The crystal clear treasure
Flowed past rapidly,
Its smell intoxicating,
Almost leading to madness,
Until the hands cupped
The precious liquid,
Drinking

The pleasure
Greater
More fulfilling
Than ever thought possible
As life
Once again became strong
With the water of life
Once thought of as common.

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