It has rained in the night.
Every leaf in this city today is two degrees greener;
Every passion, two degrees cooler ...
Except the thirsty heat that has made its home in me,
Which is not slaked by shower
Nor doused by downpour.
Impermeably sheltered from every storm but you,
It resists all lightning but your lips,
All thunder but your heart,
All flooding waters but your sudden turns of tide.
To these it uncovers itself,
Flaming, magnesium-like, at their approach,
Hotter, thirstier than ever.
by David Singleton
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| Water droplets © Jennifer Phillips |
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