To clear cut though
A field a field of weeds
To find a tulip
Destined to embrace cacti
Retaining its water in all hopes
To survive
Greedy for power
Energy
Yet weakened by the boar
Stinging
Thorns especially mature
She is not yet strong
Her youth is persistent
Tainting as if it were the Sun
Grilling her childhood emotions
Forcing her to evolve
A lifetime of devotion
So she sucks at every nipple of lust
Desperate for the liquid fluidity of passion
Though yearning for more
She settles
Dissatisfied with the product of her everlasting
Pressure
She
Secretly undernourished
She whispers a wailing scream for more.
Yet terrified to attract pattern
Pauses
Undecided
Sunken by the responsibilities of love and life
She kneels and swallows
Flowing to her toes yet dissolving her mind
The succession begins
She disintegrates with time
Dry and empty
Lost in barren land
Her disoriented mind and body are rescued by
The sweet moisture of a well-placed puddle
She drinks
Unsure
Distrusting
Non-Stop
He fills her
Everlasting
All knowing, and understands
Her thirst
His water
Will satisfy