Please

What do we say when
That hunger harrows our bodies?

I love you. but it’s not
That, or not only that.

Love is the word we use as an excuse
For all the pain, a white flag

Dropped into the battle that rages
Between urgency and fullness.

A time of exhaustion comes
When nothing is left to want;

Or when what we still want
Is too large to name.

— Lucy Shaw