Baptized

I can’t even drink
Water
Without thinking
Of you

Pouring through my dreams
Washing away
My fantasies
And making yourself my reality

Cleanse my palette
I don’t want to be left
Without the taste of
Something pure on my lips

Nourish me
Keep me alive
For three days
At a time

When I don’t have anything else
My body will still crave you
And the baptisinal thoughts
You dive my mind in

Carve me up like a canyon
Like a river run through
My badlands, photogenic
You’re my companion

Through the thick and...