Sonnet 18
At a desk I sought my aim blest and curst,
I found it not, but what I got right there
Was a blazing shot that my dormant thirst
Did shake and wake and spread into the air.
At that desk I sat, then to me she came,
As thirsty as the desert sand, she neared
And neared some more, till we lost our first aim,
I had her water, and she had mine cleared.
A talk, a touch, a walk, a gaze, a kiss,
Then into the sheets of a bright warm nest
We drank from each other's well with hot bliss,
Quenching a parched lust that burned in the chest.
Hunger decays where plenty of food dwells,
As thirst when thrown into a bed of wells.
