Clinging to Words
"Love you a lot."
Words never said with honest hands.
This devilish lip-service
conducted
by defrocked priests.
I will not love myself
until,
I find you in a hole
I also can jump into.
We will huddle together
listening for the
hot breath of hunting wolves,
not knowing it is we,
we who breathe so coarsely,
so loud,
so lost and feral.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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