I’ve sipped for days to slake a thirst
I never thought I’d have again.
Each day I wake as currents thrum
through blood and flesh, untempered heart.
I banish flame—swallow the truth,
dispatch it to a southern sky,
and still my longing burns your likeness
in his dark and watchful eyes.
©JP Reese 2011
Featured first at Camroc Press Review, August, 2011: http://www.camrocpressreview.com/2011/08/jp-reese.html