Parched

A blazing sun orbits the sky Painting in pale blue expanse the futility Of resisting the patterns of fate Beneath the acacia a cat sleeps the slumber Of the satiated belly and of thoughtlessness Inviting the stare of green-eyed envy From the window nothing is in sight But the blurred future of a lover who chased Obsessively the shadow of love Heat is seeping into the curtained houses Pouring a steady stream of consciousness That body is at war with itself Words too are parched and wait for a dip In flowing waters with the zeal of a protagonist Who must sail alive to the epilogue.