I bend when faced with immensity
as what is immense is light
I bend at your grace
for you are far too delicate for my feral kind
I bend to endure
the same way water spirals around rocks with ease
and the wind caresses effortless flowers
and the light penetrates my closed window
and the hummingbird carelessly hums
sometimes, it's like you have to bend to keep on living
As if bending was an act of submission
as if it were a must
I bend to lust
for it is what keeps me thirsty
...
I am bent
for I have once loved

