the poem I wrote at 2am on the bus home

A kiss on the lips is a pearl in the ocean,
But a poem, a drop of rain.
The longing lust of liplock
Is but the parched tongue’s pain.

When it rains, the thirsting praise
And yet the sated may drown.
Though no man who, struggling at the depths,
Found pearls did ever frown. 

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