Amphibious

aqueous legs and
a fictile mind clasp
a silt center
As
its parched jaw
struggles to taste
rain encased in peridot
But
enamel scrapes from
those tiny mouth... pieces
revealing that fleshy... zone underneath
Yet
it keeps biting
gums bleeding maroon doubt
thirst intensifying
Until
not quenched by its own crimson liquid
the stone cracks
the liquid satiates
And
coppery warmth is drowned
by cool, clear purity...

It shudders.