In your absence a desert I became

In your absence a desert I became
devoid of wetness
dry as an aging eye.

In light of day I yearned
for tendrils of your liquid love
 to quench my swelling thirst.

At dark of night a tight lipped rosebud
I  remained bent in grace
my pristine passion to unfurl

on absent  fingertips
swift and light as drizzling rain.

So masterful
so replenishing

so dearly missed

Oh, lover, of my despairing inspiration!