I quench my thirst whenever I feel thirsty.
The cool sensation as it drips down my throat
fills me with bursts of explosive energy.
The fluid swish in my oral cavity
lights my tongue on fire in elated sparks.
The assured swelling of my parched and dry veins
gives me the courage to shatter boundaries.
The gentle tingling of wild nociceptors
brings bright, colorful joy to my bleak, deadened eyes.
The amber hues, golden rays, and limpid lakes
give my heart jolts of hummingbird's speedy wings.
Whenever I am thirsty, I quench my thirst
and I'm always glad I did.
Until I'm not.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
