Imagine dryness
no moist passion
to rain on you
to skip through veins
to wet your cracked
And bloodied tongue
no lust to water you
with images
of sun and sea
of lush pacific breezes
of love

Imagine living
suspended in sand
barren and joyless
all desire evaporated
from your flesh
the aching tears
dried down to
embittered salt
that erodes your face
and burns hope
from your lips

Imagine slipping
silent
into a pale
and wormless
grave

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