The water is thirsty
The water is thirsty
so she escapes …
There will never be enough bodies to suffice her
Yet the bodies long
to break free of their shapes and collide, coalesce or combine
to rest
al arruyo del agua
A translucid veil that muffles and distorts the surface
that makes them again
mUshy
Then
they can dream
rocked by the currents
So their longings and lust begin to condense
little sparks
morning dew
droplets
free to meet
growing
thousands of liquid strings
More water, more thirst, more pUsh
within the cracks of dust
mellowed
eroding a map
Not read but danced
In a never-ending wave
so profound
no one could stop the crest
breaking the atmosphere
entering space
and exploding
so that the whole universe becomes the thirst
and thirsty is something
we never imagined.
so she escapes …
There will never be enough bodies to suffice her
Yet the bodies long
to break free of their shapes and collide, coalesce or combine
to rest
al arruyo del agua
A translucid veil that muffles and distorts the surface
that makes them again
mUshy
Then
they can dream
rocked by the currents
So their longings and lust begin to condense
little sparks
morning dew
droplets
free to meet
growing
thousands of liquid strings
More water, more thirst, more pUsh
within the cracks of dust
mellowed
eroding a map
Not read but danced
In a never-ending wave
so profound
no one could stop the crest
breaking the atmosphere
entering space
and exploding
so that the whole universe becomes the thirst
and thirsty is something
we never imagined.
*water image by Nanik haq from the Noun Project
