Demise Of Eros Thirst
All the fire that you breathe has only served to parch your throat further.
Have you come to love this desert.
Your feet have swelled as you search.
For something to wet your dry tongue.
You ma ydrink all the ocean.
Your thirst is less quenched than when you began.
"My mouth is not dry.
Yours is just the same.
" Even as you deny your voice cracks.
You will soon be hoarse.
Unable to call for another glass of salt water.
Or admit your thirst.
Delay no longer.
Come to the waters.
Come and drink freely.
Water that halts all thirst.
May it well up in you unto life.
Revealing and satisfying your deepest thirst
