i will be your sun, if you will be

my moon.

Sometimes I feel the life around me
like a tide

pulling

wanting

needing

Like a million babies, all crying
at once.

***
There's only one of me.
I cannot feed them all!

But the noise, the sheer *noise* of all this unmet need -

Choose.

One. And *only* one.

And when you two? have built something so solid, so strong, that you can use it as a springboard, a trampoline, to bounce each other high into the air?

Then can you open your doors wide
and welcome the rest.

But alone?

You CANnot. You MUST not.

Wait.
Bide.
Patience.