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