The words pierced through the too bright cellphone screen
directly into the place she had always known that was true
too much
He was not the first to tell her
He was not the first she had believed
“Less is more”
She had tried so many times to channel
But her love was:
a riptide
a volcano
a force of nature
It exploded in every direction
like riders in the desert in search of towns
with food
with water
with shelter
Her love was:
too hungry
too thirsty
too weather worn
for its once agreeable host
Her host who had once said,
“Let me drink you dry”
He found that there was no bottom
Only more of the same:
Insatiable. Hungry. Love.
And once he had drank his fill
He declared:
“maybe I needed less.”
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
The words pierced through the too bright cellphone screen
directly into the place she had always known that was true
too much
He was not the first to tell her
He was not the first she had believed
“Less is more”
She had tried so many times to channel
But her love was:
a riptide
a volcano
a force of nature
It exploded in every direction
like riders in the desert in search of towns
with food
with water
with shelter
Her love was:
too hungry
too thirsty
too weather worn
for its once agreeable host
Her host who had once said,
“Let me drink you dry”
He found that there was no bottom
Only more of the same:
Insatiable. Hungry. Love.
And once he had drank his fill
He declared:
“maybe I needed less.”
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