to find the balance between giving,
and being given.
The transitions are swift,
like the white tips of waves
and your body tumbling under them.
You are too young,
and maybe you are?
You cannot love.
And maybe you cannot.
You push your nose through
their beard hairs, maybe not for love
but for hunger.
To find hidden food.
Waking up next to a warm body,
two mules pulling along a heavy weight,
two mules who wouldn't pull such weight without
the trust of its partner.
So,
I am too young,
I am not in love,
I am,
just a mule drowning in the ocean?
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