Persistent notions of us and isms
Perpetual longings for Them and truth.
Hearts and heads, spinning, aching for
that which eludes,
Intimate touch between souls,
In spirit and…
Whispers of the sacred
Dripping with the sweet salty flavor
For which we thirst.
Tongues swollen and bruised
Waiting to drink in
What satisfies, settling for
Worthless counterfeits,
Throats still dry, voices
Weary and hoarse from our crying.
When will we drink You in again?
When will we be satisfied?
You cry.
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