Withering

Withering 

deep inside myself 

like a tree shrinking 

emaciated without water

without your love 

to fill me

 

make me grow 

entice me

fill me

anoint me with 

water dripping 

down my face

a baptism of passion 

engulfed in your light 

the sun that lights 

my world 

 

if I beg 

will you water me?

a withering wreck 

no longer blooming

devoid of that fruit 

of love

craving your water 

so I may grow

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s