*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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