Exsanguinated,
I
have bled out,
arid
I am.
I
yearn for you,
quench
my thirst,
quench
my thirst.
Let
me drink of your body,
drink
‘til I’m full,
fill
me up; fill me up,
rush headlong,
rush blood–red,
sear
through my veins.
Fill
me up,
fill
me up -
you
are my water,
I am
your cup.
Empty,
I’m so
empty,
empty,
I’m empty
just waiting
for
you.
Anna
:o]
Sumana
at Poets United has us writing of Water and perhaps I have gone off on a tangent… Cheers for the inspiration Sumana!
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16 comments:
there is a great sense of longing through out this... almost a sadness it seems...well penned
I think it is the water who thirsts for a partnership with us, one offered and offered, but on a large scale, still refused. A potent lament!
"You are my water, I am your cup". How sweet, and even sweeter when the cup is full. Smiles.
Yes the longing is endearing. Wishing you your cup filled
Thanks for dropping by my blog today Anna
Much🌼love
Such yearning in this, Anna. May your cup stay filled.
I see elements of verbing here, anna! It is a good form giving the take a professional touch!
Hank
Longing is bitter sweet.Passionate poem.
Thankyou for veering off to take you own course in this matter. We should love water in the same way to prevent its exploitation.
Such great thirst, yearning! You've taken the theme to another level Anna. Thank you, thank you :)
That feeling of emptiness and being drained ...just filled with yearning..beautiful Anna!
You did a great job! I love this poem.
The thirsty yearning in this poem is palpable.
So intense longing...beautiful!
The yearning is in the flesh and bones... it bleeds through the screen.
I’m empty
just waiting
for you
Such longings for a loved one will come to fruition sooner or later. It normally works that way!
Hank
Fantastic. I think we have all felt like that sometimes.
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