Your eyes are a spring, my love,
and I am parched.
When my heart cries out in thirst,
look across the sand to claim it.
If I turn away from you,
call me back with your eyes.
Do not let me wander in a desolate land.

The heat draws blood from my pores
and I seek shelter.
There is a dark stone under my skin
and its long waiting has brought me to this--
the fission that drives everything–
the steam, the crack and spit of water.

But, oh, the sweetness of your eyes!
They fall on me and the desert blooms.