Exhausting Love

Last month I made a silent wish,
closed my book and stared.
Maybe a pair of wings would sail…
but they were already there.
Then you hunted from the trodden ground,
whisking away shy hearts from behind
trees of my hidden forest,
all the way to me.
Your love is a practice,
a coffee shop,
love for free! gifts for free!
A circle on a calendar square;
a normal breath for your touring soul,
a charming unexpected path.
Feed me your desires,
sex and chocolate, hotel rooms,
I’ll take it home, put your art on my shelves,
with a sigh and a smile.
You’re on the go,
giving yourself away,
and we all have pieces of you now,
and now what’s left of you?