Dry

In deserts I climb through endless lone nights
not a drop pours just this empty hot light
that seeps through my pores
and under my skin
no more crying I know where I've been

So dry my cracked lips left drenched in thirst
so dry my heart has gone first
my lips part for rain
but not a single drop touches
my face lifts so high but all I feel is dry

like the wind blown across sand seas
whistling grands in the breeze
my skin cracked dry from the heat

I've cried so much none will come
I know this dry day would come
all cracked I fly
off through the sky
no moisture great me all so dry

and my heart lifted begs for rain
though it's here
I'll never come near
around me all drowning in love
my face chapped I cry from above

no words whistle form dry lips
chapped fingers pleas as in prayer
no blood down fingers
no ruby drips
for my inners are all one naked layer

I imagine I drown at his feet
in trenched she dug filled so high
with dust and sand dry as bone
my eyes utter no sound of cry

No rain drenches down cross my face
no lovely liquids
all blacked lace
with a scratchy throat and quicken quake
my clasped fingers so dry they begin to shake

And I collapse in a heaping of dust
so desperate to cry for I must
yet my heart so brittle
broken and dry
it can no longer utter a cry