Thirsty Thursday
She’s a crystalline lake
The moon that would fill her on a night like tonight
The body that usually caresses her aqueous curves
Is occupied with another to feel
Her surface reflects the heavens
Her depths turbulent as the cosmos
Tonight only, you swim in her wake
Now everyday you awaken unsatisfied
Craving for only her waters
Desiring to bask in her sea-foam blues
Swim in her endless aquamarines
Drown in her overflowing turquoise
But never again will your cup be filled from her shores
You are but a granule of sand on her splendid coastline...
A whimsical start to her Weekend
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