Laser love

What makes my stomach
Contract and resist
To the ongoing drama
Is apparent.
What will fill it with butterflies
With the energy of a laser
Is dear
And coming after work.

No age

Could it be true
That even after yes you are
Never too old for being nervous.
No matter the big tools in your luggage
and the tricks yours hands know,
When the future knocks,
The stomach is a stone
That keeps you going
Nevertheless.

Food hunt

I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.

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