Poetry

Thirst

My body thrums

to the energy of the city

pounding rain

throbbing thunder

the ebb and flow of desire

peaks in the mounting storm.

A ravenous need

an unsatisfied unrelenting tempest.

How can I thirst

in this

wet

drenched

dripping

deluge of lust?

Love-rain

<image: Kolibri>

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