Monday, April 26, 2010

Lonely Drought

by Laurie Kolp

Our love began when we first met,
electricity long gone out
recharged all senses, made me sweat;
you pulled me through a lonely drought.

My sensual appetite whet,
you became all I thought about.
Once dead, my life was now set;
you pulled me through my lonely drought.

When did our love become Kismet?
The game you play fills me with doubt-
my love, do you now have regret?
You led me to my lonely drought.

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