I am used to the desert
Quiet, predictable. I understand the dangers
The scorpions of my loneliness don’t come out during the day
The rattlesnakes of despair can be avoided sometimes.
I get just enough water to survive
I chose the desert.
The rain is cold and I don’t get to do what I want.
Endless sunny days lull me to sleep—I forget
Then I glimpse the colors of a well-watered soul
Rich browns, greens, blues, reds yellows—I want that!
I wasn’t expecting to be so thirsty.
Now I am daydreaming about water. Call me!!!
I want new kinds of problems
I want to drown in you.
I want to shiver in sweet constant drizzle of you.
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