beg.

Belly full of

Bowl of

What looks like food

But tastes like belonging

And nothing to claim for it

The way you returned to me

Agonizing wonder in your eyes

And half a vote of confidence

I need you

I need you

I need you

For breathing?

For thinking?

For fighting off illnesses?

How about next time you fall to your knees and ask to have freckles in your next life, ask to sail past the vineyard, ask to have your divinity back. 

I’m tired of asking for you.