Love in the Wild

Can’t we be
as eagles or gibbons or barn owls,
who latch on to one another and stay.

Can’t we lock eyes
and from the patterns of one another’s retina
find all the raw materials one might need
to build a happy home.

Can’t we fight
and then slink away
to hunt and gather
and when we return to the
we can drop a mouse at our love’s feet,
our token of affection,
all our poisonous words
dissolved into its
soft skin and still, fragile heart.

Can’t we live
in gentle contentedness,
in steadiness,
venturing out time and again
but returning always
to a place where nothing changes
and neither truly leaves.


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