If desperation were a cat,
I would be a tiger.
If eagerness could play pretend,
I would be a liger.
If waiting is like eating
Then my daily bread feeds ten,
If dried fruit is all you’ll offer,
Best to hydrate before then.
If loving you means scorching pain,
Self-flagellation occurs daily;
Like a Muslim during Muharram,
My devotion is unfailing.
Because I drink from our cup every night,
Thirsty lips jut from my face
This lying liar lies to herself
Riding ligers in a daze.