Words nourish me
Fill me up to saturation
Desert storm deluges
Soak my soul
As two scoops of Hagen Dazs coffee ice cream
With peanut chips and hot fudge.
Do faucets like wells ever dry up completely?
Will these fingers ever stop talking?
Or run out of things to say
To discuss or argue or feel about?
Will Hagen Dazs ever run out of coffee ice cream?
Now that they know how much I love
A spoonful on my tongue?