This was no sip,
No gradual descent into thirst
No decent interval between the first gulp and the next
No decent swallow
No dissent from our limbs,
On the contortions being demanded.
This was the ravenous quenching of the thirst Making up for lost months. At its pinnacle, This was two cannibals feeding on each other. Clothes the casualties Underclothes all but collateral damage.
This was the crossing of thresholds Ecstasy and agony Enveloped in each spasm .
This was our reunion Sorry neighbours, Next time I’ll bring earmuffs.
This was the ravenous quenching of the thirst Making up for lost months. At its pinnacle, This was two cannibals feeding on each other. Clothes the casualties Underclothes all but collateral damage.
This was the crossing of thresholds Ecstasy and agony Enveloped in each spasm .
This was our reunion Sorry neighbours, Next time I’ll bring earmuffs.
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