the dry earth and her lover

the dry earth
sleeping
in her own
boundary
of existence,
in a realm
of possibilities,

it's very breath
weights
upon the waking,
thoughts
becoming unraveled,
each moment
longer
is torture,

longing to hear
simple words
from her
absent lover,
the clouds
unknowing
the cause
of her distress,

what
she needs now
is your storms,
pace
back and forth,
talk sweet
to her,
let your blood
flow
like words,

she drinks you
motionless.