A cup, you give me.
I will fetch
the water
to fill it
to slake
your parched lips,
the water
to rinse away
your angry, ugly
thoughts, knowing
it might be
a lifetime before
the cup
at last
sits
empty.
A cup, you give me.
I will fetch
the water
to fill it
to slake
your parched lips,
the water
to rinse away
your angry, ugly
thoughts, knowing
it might be
a lifetime before
the cup
at last
sits
empty.