Want for Water

I’m thirsty for the sound of your voice,
as sand waits for saturation from the sea.
But not to me do you allow
even a sip of tasty hello.

As sand waits for saturation from the sea
I am a desert you deprive
even a sip of tasty hello
Make it rain, say my name.

I am a desert you deprive
all quenching salutations
make it rain, say my name
the Sahara is listening.

All quenching salutations
my parched mind craves this condensation
The Sahara is listening
for your drizzling intonation.

My parched mind craves this condensation
moisture will cure my dehydration
for your drizzling intonation
and we’ll meet, finally we’ll meet.

Moisture will cure my dehydration
end the drought of our correspondence
and we’ll meet, finally we’ll meet
never once have I heard you speak.

End the drought of our correspondence
but not to me do you allow
never once have I heard you speak,
I’m thirsty for the sound of your voice.

~ Sarah Anne Stinnett

Sarah Anne Stinnett was born into a family of artists. Poet, visual artist, thespian, and musician, she has plunged head-first into a multitude of disciplines of expression. As a senior at Berklee College of Music, Sarah has had her work published by FUSION Magazine. Simultaneously, she has been actively involved with the community of poets at Emerson College. In the spring of 2011 she received the honor of representing Berklee’s student body by reading original works at the college’s convocation ceremony.

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