We are raw from sharp experience
Carrying knives of words
& chisels of pain

My jealousy is smoothly curved
And you stick pinpoints of insight into it
Leaving them to harden overnight

Then, as I ripple its edges
with vulnerability
You fill the holes with trust

I chip away at your craggy, unformed notions
And sand-blast the flinty surfaces
left behind, with airy politics

You let residual memory wash it over
And together we sun-dry the lot
with our smiles

We make such wonderful sculptors of emotion.



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