Hunger
Hunger in the eyes
Hunger for the mind
He and she
Floating in a bubble
A womb
In the sack that's made of love
in the root of every body is a wise pulse
in every soft hand
and every finger tip
I do desire a freedom
I do desire to open like a flower
I do desire the weight of it
I do desire
I do
Copyright © Sarah Mullan | Year Posted 2020
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