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I saw a satinbird

Wait for a crested pigeon to drink

Perched together on the edge of the dog’s water bowl

Waiting, like my soul

To submerge herself into someone else’s sea

All the crimes of politeness

Scream from inside my cells

Maybe it was easier

Before consciousness decided

What was lawful to give,

And when taking would create a contract

Before we needed to negotiate

Every word,

Every form of contact

I sat at the river

Waiting, like the silver gulls,

For that unscheduled instant

When we would all depart

For the next patch,

The next occurrence

Maybe love only exists

In a multitude of opinions of what it is

Maybe it’s all that exists

Maybe it was easier before ideas

Before ‘easy’ became more than

Movement towards fulfilment