Saturday, November 6, 2010

By Rebecca L. Morrison

I emitted those glimmering words
cloaked with volcanic desperation.

They fell;
they settled.

These walls spanned a mile;
I grieved on Egyptian cotton.

I tied you to my feet and sank to the depths of the Nile.
The crocodiles offered their famous smiles,

and the drought swept through,
leaving us with cottoned tongues.

I satiated their home with what dripped
from my lashes. And as they basked,

you were thirsty,
and I filled your cup.