to be without water
is not
unlike
the absence of love,
of affection.
your mouth is dry.
your heart withers.
your
hands tremble.
the oasis is a mirage.
you look no one
in the eye, ashamed
of what you feel,
and yearn for.
it's a cruel
thirst
to want your lips
to be wet
by another.
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