If a man says he loves you,
know it is the river’s hunger
for the warmth of a moon’s reflection—
he seeks a moment,
a hush of closeness,
the breath between your words.
If he says he is consumed,
that your name is etched
into the hush of his breath—
it is the same longing,
but now,
he clutches it like a flame in winter,
afraid to...
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