Words, They Plow

The Mouth.


A spigot,

Temper the out-

Put warmth,

Put Love,

Both above,

The stinging things.

From the Mouth,


A growing thing.

Bitter sap?

No. Luscious fruit.

Choose your words.

Warmth and love.

Choose them now,

Words, they plow,


These burrows

Hold the seed,

Our food,

Your words, we feed.

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