I pour out my heart in the swirls of the vowels – my emotions abruptly caught in the boundaries of the consonants.  My passion flows around your tongue as it forms my words.  I give you a taste, a sip of what I endeavor you to devour but pull back the thimble as soon as your throat becomes wet.  



      1. Like a parched man longing for his thirst to be quenched, only to have the water just out of his reach.

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