his gasp is running out
intolerable dehydration
that is cutting him inside
stroking his rutted neckline
with his nails going heavily
through his skin
his strong brawn is
impatiently seeking his target
not again, this cannot
be happening again
he wants to evade
the feeling of it
he wants to free himself
off the doom he’s been
so long celled
still his thirst is more
than he could handle
he steered his gait
in the murky silence
of the night
and with all his might
he snatched this moment
quenching his thirst
this night is through
tomorrow night
is another night