This river bed runs dry
parched land of polite phrases
And phony facades.
This river never to meet the ocean.
Never to know its tide
reach for a reciprocation.
Never to know its breeze
seek your breath.
Never to graze gently
the lush green of love.
Never to be still
in deep waters
of underlying currents.
Never to be drawn in and lost
in the whirlpool of your passion.
Never to know
of my dammed love!
