In the Oasis. A poem.

I shivered in the cold snap,
persevering
until I found the warmth
I’d been missing
in the safety of your lap.

I drank from your lips,
an oasis
to placate my needs,
to fuel these desires
with every sip.

The rain falls constantly,
an environment
of conscious trust
and anxious ambiguity
in which to breed.

No hurt to flourish here
amongst roses,
where bitterness is
cast aside and
could never feed.

I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart. For more poems, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers.
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