to drink

 

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I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.

I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek -
it is the same -

the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against cold glass,

the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,

taking everything in with the water,
everything.

—Jane Hirshfield

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