Nevasca Thirst

We drink each other dry
You're my own canary
Made in the vest of sunny vineyards
Sometimes you come to me in my dreams
And seems freeting
As overdue linctus
Or horrid like a seawater

But every time
When dawns lifting my lids
Every day
I'm waking in empty bed

But every time
My head is full of warmest wind

So i'm searching for corkscrew
To open you again