Thirst

Through interminable nights,
I dreamed, visions that boiled away,
leaving in their wake a raging rapacity
that could not be quenched.

Then you came.

Like rushing waters across
barren plains, riverbeds swelling
with the coming of spring,
you covered me,

sliding deeply into arid cracks,
reclaiming lost ground, smoothing
out the roughness of that
long, hot summer.

And you linger still,

so I will drink you
like margaritas on a warm night
until I’m so filled with you that
I can hold
     no more.