My Thirst

Sometimes 

Holding the azureness, 

You become my sky 

And I start 

My errand towards the cities 

Of your bosom 

To schmooze with peace. 

Sometimes 

Throwing your veil, 

You come out 

Of black clouds 

And 

I fold you in my arms

To listen the mellow voice 

Of love in rain. 

Sometimes, 

You come 

And 

Stroke my lips 

With your finger 

To arouse madness

And I slurp 

The honey of love. 

Yes, 

I have become 

An oneironaut in love 

And 

Unconditionally you come 

To quench 

My Thirst.