18.11.09

Desire

Where did all that time go
I sat to browse
While waters flowed
Falling and filling
Waiting for the overnight stench to dissipate
Sat chilling
A small beer in hand
Waiting sipping
Waiting

And now…

And now, it’s all so much later
Nearly too late
I want, need, need, want to soak
Soak and chill and sweat
Scalp prickle and skin sheen
Bitter bubbles hitting lips, tongue, throat…

Beer in hand
Book in hand

Make time flow slower…
… or the waters faster.

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