Water

Mar 1

No wonder I feel cool and calming in your hands

On your skin

In your presence

For I am water

The last place you pitched your tent

Left you dehydrated

Lady desert left you pickling in the sun for the ravens

And with your sandy hands and throat

You saw me in the distance

And I felt easy and tangible

Because you needed me

For the moment

And after you have filled your canteen

You will disappear

Because you are no longer thirsty

I realize my responsibility

Though I am growing weary of being the water

- Water

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