wildly we live and recklessly we loveMature

                 my love and I,
we are river beds drying up in a drought,
screaming voiceless into the sky - begging,
please drown us.

when the rain comes, we flood like the dams
have burst, like the skies have opened up
and poured whole universes into us.  

Wildly, we live,
                   and recklessly, we love.

The End

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