Thirst
I don’t have the right
to be envious of
the creeping raindrop
running down your back-
Soaking into your senses,
dissipating blissfully
in some elysian field.

I don’t have the right
to be envious of
the creeping raindrop
running down your back-
Soaking into your senses,
dissipating blissfully
in some elysian field.