i am thirsty for you
like dirt for rain
i am hard and cracked with
cracks like freeze-frame lightning.

leaves once nourished by me
now withering remember
you now wondering
when will you be here again

i can only pray that
it will not be when
i am already too dry,
too hard to receive you;

because i am naked and
burning hot under a
cruel, relentless sun
and i am still thirsty.

come quickly my love and
find your way through the cracks
though i am hard from waiting,
you can make me soft again.

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