Because you have a heart of dryness,
I feel I have to use my slyness
to make you humid when I am
around. Though you may try to dam
your feelings up against my crush,
I hope to make my spirit rush
upon you like a waterfall,
to make you more prepared to ball
me than it seems you’ve been
till now. Although you not a queen,
I plan to bring you low, Your Highness,
and drive you madly from your dryness.
Inspired by a book I saw this afternoon at Barnes and Noble, Heart of Dryness, How the Last Bushmen Can Help Us Endure the Coming Age of Permanent Drought, by James A. Workman.
9/22/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem