His hands were a solar state
that could never be sated
by cools pools of hydrations.
The same summer heat
could be found
down where desire meets
extending flesh.
His lips parched.
Eyes dry with desire
crusted from waking
finding another day unfulfilled.
But in his mind
a body swam,
soft feline curves
black hair, thin waist
eyes young
heart immature.
Still, he denied himself
even the hope
of being drenched
by her soft water body:
Because he knew
that with the slightest
touch
she would drown him
and he would be grateful
to die in such a manner.