A crunchy glass <br />Drips of salivation <br />Salvation <br />For the thirsty traveller is <br />Vibrant fresh, twisted lime <br />Sublime cherries adorn <br /> <br />This glass <br /> <br />The one for which my thirsty chops <br />Are unable to pass <br />As lemons display amongst a vine filled mind <br />Alone in the forest <br />Is one cool <br />Zest filled lime <br /> <br />As grass lays freshly mown <br />As I lay in silence <br />Alone <br />Are my thoughts <br />Innards held taut <br />My eyes whimper skywards <br />As drips fall from my half filled cup and eye <br /> <br />And far as I reach <br />I cannot touch <br /> <br />My cerulean sky<br /><br />Karen Deeks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherries-and-lime-the-thirsty-traveller/
