Love Song
My hunger is to move you:
the thought of not touching,
jostling, derailing you,
is like the thought of taking
no meat, no bread, no beans,
until the day I die.
Though I would rather starve
than see you lose your way,
I long for you to swerve,
stray,
the way a falcon leans
on the changed will of the sky.
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#poetry
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