Mirage

You are the mirage

at the end of the desert.

My mouth is dry;

ashy with the heat.

You are water,

Crashing, white foam;

Splitting rocks and surging through-

Glistening at the end with humility.

You are the turquoise

my throat burns for-

Lady, I shall

cross a hundred sandstorms

and go blind with dirt;

Till the sun turns my skin

into scales,

and my limp legs

into tails;

As a lizard, or a snake

I crawl to your feet,

And in no form nor as corpse

shall I overcome this thirst-

Lady, I care not

if your nectar is mere poison;

Like a dog,

I will lap my death,

growling satisfaction

drinking surrender-

For death would not be worse

than this agony;

this hurt, my

liquid hunger-

Lady, I beg you

Quench me.

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-samjam Coverart from flickr:https://www.flickr.com/photos/borealnz/5226007800/ I don't know what to say about this poem. I felt really thirsty at night laying in bed so I wrote this lmao. At like 2 am. Pretty cool yeah. Thank you for reading. Toodles! :)