wanting more

there's no harm
in asking for more, is there?
for one last
kiss, or mad
session between the rumpled
sheets,
hardly cooled
from the night they were
slept on.
or drink, or spoon full of
what makes us
fat. there's no harm
in asking
for more. see how the birds
open their beaks,
how the leaves curl
and cup upwards
for rain.
why not live, and have more,
but more
leads to more
which isn't good, or is it?