Cleanse: a series of haiku

Your voice, like a sip
of tepid honey water
soothes my scorching throat.

My scorched and scarred throat,
tucked with taut screams and fire
pours into your pool.

Your pool, heavy with
my humid, evaporates
And like rain, we cleanse.

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