Thirst and the River ✧
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He softly touched her ear,
ran his fingers through her hair,
placed a kiss upon her lips.
Half-asleep, she whispered —
“Let me sleep…”
Yet her arms opened,
the embrace deepened,
not of the body,
but of the soul.
In that moment,
time stood still.
Breaths flowed in one rhythm,
a river ran within their hearts.
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Suddenly he burst,
like a broken dam,
the current surged,
water scattered everywhere.
She thought —
this river will never stop,
I can drink forever,
every moment,
with every breath.
But soon the stream was gone.
The man, like a monsoon brook,
faded into silence,
turned over
and sank into sleep.
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Her eyes opened,
her lips left unquenched,
darkness settled in her hair.
The moisture upon her lips
turned into desert sand.
There was a river,
but its flow
halted midway.
He was a river,
yet empty within.
The dam had broken,
but the shores stayed dry.
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She longed
to drink endlessly,
to taste nectar,
every night, every dawn,
in every touch, every embrace.
But the man tired like one who ate,
his current dried away.
From where life was to flow,
rose the silence of death.
Her eyes still brimmed with thirst,
still dreamt of the river.
But on her lips
remained only incompletion.
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The night turned and turned,
the man turned in sleep,
the woman too turned in longing.
But thirst —
never turned away.
The embrace remained empty,
sleep grew heavy,
but the heart stayed awake.
In her palm lay
only emptiness,
a heap of sand.
Darkness in her hair,
waiting in her eyes,
an unfinished cry upon her lips.
Silence reigned,
yet within it
a thousand screams lay buried.
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The man slept,
the river dried.
The woman remained,
overflowing with thirst.
In her eyes
no river now,
only waiting.
On her lips
no moisture now,
only desert.
She still longs to drink,
but there is nothing to drink.
She still longs to call,
but her words
have turned to dust.
Thirst is now her destiny,
and the man —
a dried river.
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🌹 — Agyat Agyani
