Heat can’t lie
When it hurts to breathe
When flowers throb open
Ready for bees

My throat so dry
In heat of the sun  
This slake must wait
Till work is done

The heft, the curve
The cup in my hands
Its liquid sparkles
and trembles in dance

Alive to all
Heat, sun and the bees 
The birds in this garden
The flowers, the trees

I try to delay
But the water it galls
It mocks and it taunts
Rises and falls

Must try to resist
But the water’s too sweet
It spills in the mouth
In the hair, over cheeks

The pleasure of water
So wild on the tongue
Each swallow a glory
Until it is done

Then I lay back
The garden still hums
The sun still heats
The bees still thrum

But the ache is different
Than happened at first
I long for the state
Of being in thirst.

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