I am hungry and thirsty.
If you approached me tomorrow
With open arms
I could never keep myself from them.
I would drink you in
Like the desert was inside me;
Me and my dry wasteland of a heart.
You the flash flood,
The deluvian ocean,
Come to drown all faithless thoughts
And wash away the detritus
Of my selfish soul.
You'd paint me a rainbow
Like you always do.
We'd sleep under it, together.
Washed-out me, mist-thin you.
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| Sleepwalker by Brooke Shaden |
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