The Lasting Hunger of Stars

 

Everyone thinks of love.

Everything seems to be about love.

I dream about kissing

the stars and the ground.

Where we cast our air and tread upon.

I’d like to think I write

something other than food

that becomes the nesting of safety.

 

H

 

 

 

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