I count down the minutes between tears
Which burst their sweetness from my eyes.
I, an untasting waiter, pass along like purging the body empty,
Like forgetting the grooves in my cheeks: all sweetness,
Perfect. A human water from untasting eyes.
Hunger is sweet,
Sweeter even than the feeling of water
Evaporating untasted from my face.
I tear untasting the lovely late lasting—
You’re talking over the memory of grooves down my cheeks,
Calling my waiting water name across the loveless wait.
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