i want to take a drink
feel the waters wet my lips
and let the coolness caress my throat.
it doesn't take much
only a few frigid drops
or a small, steady stream.
but i open the gates
and let the rapids rush forth
drowning any doubt of my delights.
but i've done too much
and the waters that i wanted
have carelessly killed my conscience.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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