soup bowl cradled in cold hands
ability is a butterfly you follow
into the forest 40 steps down
to the rocky shore we climbed them
together down and then up again
feeding our curiosity warmth like a gift
a middle-blooming and spreading
outward from the heart like the attic stairs
cobweb veil in your web-pale hair ever since
the beginning a craving well satisfied
blue teardrop wings melting
into the canopy hunger is a desert flower
and you follow until it disappears
© 2019, by Hannah Six
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