Imagine

the feel

the find

the sight

the sound

the taste

of water

 

The roar of sunlight

Bursting

And dancing

And singing

And calling your name

 

Imagine its

soft and

slippery and

gentle

touch

like the stroke of a god's hand

 

as it runs

                 down

                            your

                                      back

 

Imagine the joy

of finding it

fresh

and sparkling like silver

in your hands

quivering

whispering

beckoning

 

Your skin is

dry

sandy

itchy

rough

and dusty

your throat

crying out

begging on its knees

for water

 

But you cannot find any

 

The only water

you can see

is the tears

in your hand