Quench

Elle Kay
Elle Kay
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

I miss you like the dry dusty earth waiting to be quenched by an imminent storm, waiting to be rumbled upon by the trembling earth, waiting to be struck by your electrical force. I miss you like wilting brush, parched by summer’s devastating heat, its thirsty branches crying for a drink, from earth’s skies to earth’s core, inviting you to rain on me and soften me again to a supple tenderness. Unleash on me your gorgeousness, wet and warm, so I can drink you open mouthed and thirsty. Let me absorb you, concentrate you, penetrate me, combine our rich weather to a balmy climate and create the balance that nature desires. Soak me gently so my roots can feast on your flavour. I will keep you safe within my branches, through to my leaves and tomorrow I will blossom bold and sweet again. Come, my storm, my shelter, my earth, my skies, my heart, my love, it’s you.

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