With Golem intensity
We hunt it down
Grasping with skeletal fingers
To lock it in our hearts
Dried hearts of disappointed grit
Leathered, hardened, soul sick
Unable to nourish ourselves
We guzzle at the wizened teat of another
Convinced they will satisfy
While love’s apparition
Teases our restless starvation
Stalking the ramparts of our soul
We demand love, gift wrapped
Decorated in tinsel
Boxed, in a bag
A meal ready to go
Can you gift wrap water?
A litre of water wrapped in a bow
Can you catch a moon beam?
And decorate it with tinsel
Love’s gentle shining
Flows around us,
While we feed of each other
Convinced it is love

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By badgerslabyrinth