His voice said
Come
His eyes said
Stay
His mouth whispered of
peaks and castle tops
His hands implored
Honor my touch.
I ask
Who are you?
I ask
How did you know of my hunger?
I sang of love
dying and lost
I beat the death march
on my drum.
He said
I am the wind.
He pleaded
Give me your hand.
He confessed
Your hunger is who you are.
He comforted
I understand.
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