you have yet to teach me
how to put all your tears
in a jar and tuck them
away, or how to pick all the
flowers your laughter brings
forth, or how to sanctify
distances and endure a journey,
you have yet to teach me
how to be all these for
you everyday - your breath,
your light, your delight,
you have yet to teach me
that desire feeds upon itself
and consumes without caution.
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