My thirst for you,
I would quench
on an ocean whole;
drinking in your soul,
leaving a barren,
cavernous wasteland
of marine life
dead.

Only then would it be,
after so much salinity,
that I’d taste the gravity
of dehydration’s kiss;
and drop salted tear
for all that’s lost
that which would be missed,
on my way to an early grave.

Don’t drink seawater.

MT

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