You hold me
Like hands that cup water
From a running stream
Lifting to lips
Parched with passing passion
Drink me in
Do not go thirsty for me
It's far too hot
And the rain is far away tonight
I can be cooling
I shall be cleansing
Should you stay and sip what purity flows
Do not be dry
Drink me in
Drink me in
A beautiful entreaty to desire and a longing for fulfillment... the imagery is so very magical... wonderfully penned my friend.
The title is repeated three times in the poem as it must be because it is the poem's beating heart. It can be both an invitation and a request, a double meaning which is wonderfully charged with passion. I found myself repeating it yet again at the end because it functions as a permission, an encouragement for passion. This is the kind of poem I call a THRESHOLD: at the end of such poems, the words fall away, a doorway opens and the people must ACT DECISIVELY. The poem has completed its mission; the rest is up to the people involved.
Vividly passionate. Feeling flows, naturally and are absorbed with great ease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem this is! I love the passion, I love the desires, I love the purity of the poem. The passion is so absorbing! 'Do not be dry Drink me in Drink me in' - Love, desire, passion and kindness - all are here, to be drunk, to be cool in drought. And of course, the notes are no less beautiful!