I Thirst For Nothing

I thirst for
nothing,
and
do not
covet,
I just
want
enough,
and not
much
more,
the tiny
quaint
party
intimate
and snug
and the
soft
tender
breeze
of love
and the
warmth
of the
wine
is what
I dig
and yes
I dig
simple
and less
is definitely
more,
the song
of birds
and a
lukewarm
day,
and an
icy
coke
cozy like
the arms
an
angel,
In a
feather
bed,
I do not
need
much more
than
this