Dehydrated

 
I should be satisfied
to surf upon the waves
of these random thoughts

but the past claws at me
pulling me back

the skeleton of confidence
hunched over
wading in the lack

Why do I need you
to cradle me
in a cocoon of comfort?

If I could inject myself with it,
I would.

I don't want to drift along,
on some flimsy paper boat
headed for a lonely shore.

I'd rather stand naked in the waterfall
my body against yours
together.