Part of the ocean is more desert than brine
And my deliverance mirrored on the desert
I need a shower in your spring
And let your beams ravage my myopia
Aghast by their ravaging fangs.
Most men want to be revered,
But the doves in the citadel are cagy,
They coo, but to only one, at least one at a trod
And their hearts grow soft like silk.
I thought I had a spoil, for capping two lassies
But am tossed to the Bay of Fundy
Can’t hang for a minute longer
Am naked, buried in Rafflesia
With two birds draining my nectar
Each, piercing through my starkness
Wanting to resolve me.
Am urging for the last breath
For I have only a heart, that can solace one colleen
Am crossing the Marianas, without a pull
Lost in the gyre, trying to fulfill their choleric crush
But they fail to know that I am an oasis,
A withered petal carelessly hanging in the sun.