i've loved you far too long
for all of that.

it would be like coming home
after a long day and knocking
the snow off my boots
to find a fire already roaring in the hearth.
it would be breaking my fast,
the first warm bite
of something homemade
on that cold winter night,
my hands shaking around the spoon,
my tongue quivering.
it would be a warmth down
to my very core, so euphoric
that i'm not hungry anymore,
and i'll never have to be hungry again.