*what is love? 2001-11-08 7:50 p.m.*
this is what i wanted to put in the "what is love?" part of that last survey. i actually immediately thought of james when i first read it, and kept meaning to read it to her before we broke up. but i think it's how i feel about all the people i really really really love (people who i would be snobs of: jennifer conelly, krista, lust, best friend, james), though not necessarily quite as sexual:
To Drink
Jane Hirschfield
I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek--
it is the same--
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against cold glass,
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
everything.
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