Fruitful Tension



My thoughts about things that we don't always associate.

Fruitful Tension

Sweaty hands and silence seeded our garden.

Short hellos, squinted eyes cut quickly.

Elastic arms plowed the ground,

pulling in,

pushing out.

Awkward glances grew to long embraces.

We shared red apples from our tree.

Not forbidden,

but ordained,

diamond pressure,

love remains.

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