She has unending supply
Of their constant demand.
It shines bright
Like diamond light.
No matter where,
They always know.
Can smell it on her bones.
Like water, they crave it-
Begging please to enter.
Always surpass her shallow soothing waters,
Jump feet first in her
Deep enveloping end.
This poor girl.
Tired of all these laps,
Wishin' she could just wade.
... look at the curvaceous coral reefs,
marvel at the rainbow of creatures beneath,
childlike wonder, playing with glee...
These fiends salivate for more.
Drooling for depths no man hath dared go before.
Little do they know.
So many soft, delicate treasures
In her waters low.
Hidden entrances to caves that require a pace
Oh, so slow;
Deep, warm and comforting,
Revealing heights never known.
Hers is a heavy road to hoe.
Destined, it would seem, to be
Pursued by those who only need,
Those addicted to the high
They hope she just might feed.
Knocks on her door,
Phone calls at three in the morn,
Afternoon delight so sickeningly sweet---
"C'mon, baby!! You know you want some company!!"
The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson