the endless quest for satisfaction
always begins the same;
always begins the same;
you take something because you live for it,
not because you can’t live without it.
love is insatiable,
inexhaustible, ruckus.
your love for him
doesn’t have to rival mine,
it just
is.
_______
the feeling of being watched,
of knowing exactly how to displace what rests
on your shoulders when you place
on your shoulders when you place
your head in your hands.
the beautiful words in foreign languages
no englishman ever mastered.
‘dealing with the sorrows of your past’
you spelled out;
our only word for that is
love.
(and
tireless,
it waits.)
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