Thirst

Burning madness parches the throat,

bitter salt wicking moisture.

Its summer flame flickers

and consumes any dryness about it.

A cool drink is what

my throat pleads for.

Quench me! its voice cries off the walls

of my head.

Tipping my head back,

the clear liquid allows gravity

to pull it into a graceful,

arcing cascade that trickles

into my throat.

The untimely thirst is coated

and satisfied, no longer shouting

in my head.

 

I sigh, relieved of the feeling.

Water rushes through me and

oozes as salty sweat

from my pores.

Before long, my throat calls for me

to sate the thirst once more.

Author's Note

I felt thirsty.

Reviews

[turbochainsaw]

i just read this sitting in the heat at work and I too am now thirsty! very well written.

[Poetic Beauty]

You could apply this feeling to many aspects of life. I saw this as a lover yearning for that thirst to be quenched.