Insipid Body

The only thing 

By which 

I can exonerate myself 

Is allowing time to shrivel 

Of my flowery branches. 

Stranded in a desert, 

No one would be there 

To slake my quench, 

No one would be there 

To drop a Sirimiri of love, 

I would suffer and suffer, 

Till I collapse from the insipid body.