Words, They Plow

The Mouth.

Spout,

A spigot,

Temper the out-

Put warmth,

Put Love,

Both above,

The stinging things.

From the Mouth,

Sprouts,

A growing thing.

Bitter sap?

No. Luscious fruit.

Choose your words.

Warmth and love.

Choose them now,

Words, they plow,

Furrows.

These burrows

Hold the seed,

Our food,

Your words, we feed.


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