Thirsty

I thirst for the rain
To scour all the mistakes away
So that the day
Doesn't dissolve into pain.
 
I yearn for her love
To wrap me in guiltless fervour
When my sad core
Needs a transcendental shove.
 
I wait for the wind,
In kind graces of her solace,
Pass with a kiss
Down avenues of the sinned.
 
I drink the dry wine
With contentment of her beauty
As my duty
Uncovers her secrets fine.
 
I taste the sweet drop
Of her copious succulence
That turns intense
Reaching for the mountaintop.
 
I burn all the night
As a red flame and a dark chief,
Soothing her grief
When the morning arrives bright.
 
I hunger for life
To sample its delicacies,
Pursue fancies,
Going unperturbed by strife.
 
I devour manna
For exultant vitality; 
But not guilty
Of following a banner.
 
I crave dreams that seize
On the chances for uniqueness,
Unlike weakness
Found locked in a cobweb freeze.
 
I covet knowledge
In everyone of its known forms
Until the storms
Are too strong for my mind's pledge.
 
I strive for escape
Through stark creations of sublime
Aspects of time,
And leisurely savour her moist grape.