just the two
a poem about two lovers finding joy in the little things
.
dropped from a height the love of two
a crush on cliff of jagged rocks
in adversity we made home
to find peace in midst of hail storm
.
we cling to the smallest fragments
on days the flowers do not bloom
when dust draws high never settles
together to live without nettles
.
a feast is had on moorish crumbs
when salty sweat drops add flavor
and the empty stomach plays drum
we two, a band of one pre-strung
.
a round table our wedding ring
small enough to hold hands touch feet
a meeting place for tears and cheer
like antler joins pair wild deer
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