
One Drop
I come to you whilst sun still sleeps, my soul an empty well
You offer bright a pleasing drip of crystal blue, the flavor of your skin
I watch, my eyes upon your virtue, fingers tracing thin, such shallow ripple
By sunrise cruel day has harvested my sweet bounty and sky cries with thunder
And thusly, parched, in early morn, I return in famine to feed from you
I clutch, heavy bucket firm, hollow and alive, beckoning for your taste
Again, you offer naught; say single bead of blood, a grain from savored heap
Yet still I take, I gobble, devour, forlorn lady of the dust, shapeless in her struggle
With the coming of noon, I yearn, spiteful satisfaction laughing, and crawl to noble feet
Slaking, I rise still, cherished flask in aching hands, I bring forward
In one move, without thought, you dip into me, a cool touch against my phantom being
I am quenched for but a fraction of a step, before your image fades to misty past
Leaping back through shadows, I stumble fast, and mourn the lost bit of you
In longing, I return once more, pulled forward at midday, to harvest with cold metal spoon
I watch spent, with heart grey, as lonely drop you drip from butterfly’s tongue
So singular in action, so sparse, a flea would gasp for more. But I? I dance
And in spinning, spoon bends, and the gathering of hopes is lost within the moors
Sundown comes with sorrow, a thinly eye-dropper I balance true, to abide my knight
At long last you call me hither, I blush and bend, with breath held, a beautiful droplet to humbly seize
Steadily, I squeeze, bringing your essence into the dry caverns of my waking dreams
Bathed in fleeting gratitude, I bask boldly, as soothing rivers travel through starved holes
Until the midnight hour, and I find I am no more alive than before, still this gatherer of scattered splinters
Shaken by seizing ache, withered and dried, familiar prison of emerald charm, free this wanting child
This empty well, before the last tear escapes, and all I am is perished, through the release of one last drop
~ Sam Craft, July 2012