I dont want

Watered down
Transparent
lack lustre
love

Tepid
Luke warm
Dripping
Moderate
love

Medium rare
Not quite crispy
Undercooked
love

Half empty
Diluted
2%
Low fat
Pasturised
love

Give me

Full cream
Thick
Vibrant
Love

Steaming
Hot
Flowing
High
love

Runneth over
Sweetened
Full cream
Unpurified
love

It’s not worth it if it’s not full cream

I am crossing the Karoo

The vast plains remind me about my own emptiness

Emptiness of heart

My heart is empty and broken

I am carrying a desert inside me and each drop of love you give me I soak it like a sponge.

Your love is not less; my heart is too dry for it.

I am like a Karoo soil every inch of rain soaked by it and still stays dry and harsh and beautiful

My beauty is for you but it’s dangerous, it will drain you like desert soil drain each drop of water.

I am not saying you that you go away; you stay here in my heart with me, showering your love,

The way windmills of Karoo works all days and night pumping the water in its heart,

trying to keep it moist and helping it to stand in this harsh world.

You are my windmill. You give me love and my heart needs your love more than ever,

when I am crossing this Karoo