So deep down through, this ground is parched
the air dug reaching fingers dark
and dry like empty tendrils twisting
down and through and into mist
and moist, and drew out every drop.
The soil's turning into dust. The air
pervades this dried-out earth,
the earth - it pants for water's touch.
So cool and blue - a fever dream
in high relief on blistered mind
The earth can't think for thoughts of rain
a good deep soak would feel so fine
good soaking rain - to bear down into soil,
forcing out the air
I want to drink you into me
and pull you deep
and hold you there
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