Sustenance
Such a small gesture
a cold bottle of water;
It invigorates;
Refreshing swallow cuts sweat
leaving lips once again wet;
There’s no replacement
for a bit of ice melting;
Dripping down your skin
a trail of chills and shivers,
Your nerve endings awaken;
Divinely flavored
a lingering taste of love
to keep you balanced;
Not letting the well go dry
you provide me sustenance.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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