By day looking for fruit
amidst the foliage of the heart
we eat: the insects and I
you eat: the sparrows and you.
By night looking for water
alongside the moats of the heart
we drink: the wasps and I
you drink: the horses and you.
And they drink: the clouds
which are placid by day
and by night will roar
shaking golden manes.
By night looking for tempests
upon the shoals of the heart
we’ll drink: the ditches and I
you’ll drink the fruit
and you.

 © Anna Lemos

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