If I started to write you something sweet
I fear that I would poison the sugar,
So mostly I begin with war’s drumbeats
And hope by the end there is less blood.
Plants thirst for water, they are not maligned.
So too, they fill their mouths with the sun’s rays,
And still their blossoms are such lovely things.
As I prepare to play thief to your light
I notice our bodies- husks on the ground.
Do I drink so eagerly of the flames
That I shame those that can live without you?
When parasites are carried long enough
We call them children, or give them pet names.
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