THE FIRST HELLO
THE FIRST HELLO
It was like water to the desert
You are synonymous to that water giving cool, refreshing,
life sustaining, rejuvenating, downpours.
I smile like an African desert in the wet season, flooded
with that water.
Hoping like the seeds of a desert flower that the rain keeps
on coming.
Then when I am full I dry my outer appearance and present
a rigid image to the outside world, holding that love deep
inside until next we speak and the flood returns.
I hear your thunder, I see your lightning, I await the downpour.
Soak me to the bone until I shiver and shake.
Soften the ground beneath my feet so that I cannot move.
Fill me up, quench my thirst, Drown me.
KEEP YOUR LOVE FALLING ON ME
Copyright Orgasmic Poet 2001
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