A Thirst, A Fire Will Set Upon You Poem by Mark Heathcote

A thirst, a fire will set upon you
If you don't walk this desert to an oasis.
A potion He will cast upon you
hypnotised by His opal-blue eyes.
A hunger-starving, ravenously thin
hands you-a-ladle big as the moon
partake of all that is around you.
Complaining thoughts shouldn't I be in school?
But such intoxication is in a rose
its thorns can't easily disguise.
They have cat-like claws teasing wool
that wool will make a warm fur coat.
You will come to wear it in midwinter
and it will not be heavy or light
but it will fit you perfectly, snug by day
or by night during either sun or moonlit.