The Long Drink
“Drink me,”
soft, she whispered,
lost in his embrace.
Enraptured
by the etching of
desire upon his face.
Giving all
without a thought,
emptying her heart,
forgot that she
must quench her own
thirst once they were apart.
Parched and dry, she
wondered why,
when life had filled her cup,
the precious draft so easily
she had given up.
Still, should he come
and ask for some,
whatever may remain,
she’d gladly give,
long as she lived,
to have him drink again.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2015
HI!
Your poem is beautifully written. I know Masgauten and Danny Ray. I met you on his Meet and Greet. I am also interested in photography and have blogged about it several times. I teach photography to others in middle school. Nice to meet you.
Janice
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Hi Janice! So nice to meet you. Isn’t photography amazing. I think its awesome that you teach it to young children. I kook forward to checking out your blog and hope you come by here again.
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Cheryl, what a great description of a simple process that we usually ignore. This was very nice to read.
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Hi Dan! Thank you so much. Hope you have had a good week.
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