Thirst by Mike Hughes
As a parched man thirsts for water in an arid land,
so did my eyes thirst for yours, and yours for mine.
Your intense, magnetic, electrifying stare
-forever boring into my soul-
drinking me in, quenching you.
As a starving woman wants for food to survive,
so did your eyes yearn for mine, and mine for yours.
My stare, drawn to your face
-collecting you for my memory-
to sate me until we meet again.