To Quench One's Thirst Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

so early it already almost brightly dawns when desire
is arousing me to the wet surface and
the cold food in darkness
I am trying to find a way
of making contact with the source and quickly
I am turning the tap


they are playing pipes somewhere
as black pudding of the march
but I am leaning because eating at night
and at dawn is making fat quickly
it is possible to get used and it
is becoming second nature and I


want to quench one's thirst
because it is always possible to call
to the fire appropriate he serves and here
mug and tap water will be enough okay,
okay with ice some each up

to two bones a cool mug
is helping will be enough till the morning