A random occurrence
Not planned
But not an accident
Two edges
Fitting together
Perfectly
And peacefully
Combining
To create a new
Image
A new world
Not with simple
Smooth
Perimeters
Beveled lines
That rub against
Each other just
In order
To blend
But instead
The perfect
Male/female
Union
Mountain meets valley
Soft finds rigid
Smooth and supple
Against
Hirsute brawn
Locking together
Melding
To form an
Artwork
That is painted in
Frothy white layers
Over soft
Peach curves
A beauty
Beholden
Only to fortune
Or fate
And
That dark
Torrid want
Inside
All of these
Complicated
Glorious
Edges
Burns quietly
And brightly
Until
The boundaries
Fall away
To bliss
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That is truly lovely!
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Thanks, Sweetie!
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Beautiful poetry. I especially love the boundaries falling away, to bliss. Such an accurate description.
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What a lovely work, Mel, you capture the differences well and how they form a whole. I realise I am explaining your poem to you…look, *runs away*
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