insatiable
for your
thoughts,

And how
You grow
Them in
My ears.

—

I am the
Hungry
& Fertile
Ground.

Don’t stop,
I made just
Enough _|

Space for|
all of them.

—

You till me
Your deep
Thoughts,

So light &
Tenderly.

—

If I couldn’t
chew them
fast enough,

I’d store them
In my cheeks.

—

I am a
Needy
Squirrel,

Savoring
Acorn
Traces
Of you
In winter.