he gave you me.
Symbiosis
by A. Ray Norsworthy
Welcome, traveler
This way station is for you,
And you alone.
Others may visit, of course,
But you are the one who
is here now
Who shares my thirst
You are the wanderer
who has crossed the vast
desert between us, for barely
enough water to sprinkle
your parched mind
By drinking from my cup
dipped in this cool
well, you sustain my
life. Without you I am
dust.
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