In this drought
I wait for love
To rain down on me.
Mornings
Are arid and empty
So I lie here
Thirsty and impatient
Waiting . . .
For the wetness of your tongue
To quench my thirst
For your hands
To run over my parched skin
Like a waterfall
For your kisses
To trickle down
Like Vancouver rain.
Please
Revive me
Save me
Like
Rain
Saves
A dry prairie landscape.
