I am spent, exhausted and lying face-down in defeat.
I can not find the strength to carry on.
My breath is weak and my arms have pulled me across this desert
until all that remains is but two bloodied stumps.
My mouth is dry,
my thirst colossal.
My eyes are vacant and clouded,
my mind is elsewhere...
-
You,
dear.
You have the power to sate my appetite
and quench my thirst.
Even if only for a while…
The elixir of life draped upon your lips
has the power of resurrection,
from my baking grave
I could rise a new.
7 feet tall
with the strength of a bear.

N.H.