Two curves and two straight lines
Meeting in a kiss
That melts them together
Into something that is both them and not-them.
Gently closing into existence the space inside
That is both a vessel
And soft dark earth.
This is ours to farm and fill;
It will be what we make it.
This was written at my creative writing group. It was the day after Valentine’s and so our prompt was a love heart. The emotional side of things felt like too much for me to get into that morning, so I went with a rather literal idea for this poem.
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