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30/30 Poetry Challenge (2017) Creative Writing Poetry

Day 17 – Build Love Like Muscle

By on June 8, 2017

[Photo Credit: Flickr, garylauworkshop]

we build love like muscle –
slow, steady, and with ever-increasing strength

it’s the repetition of us:

the breaking of bread
and the homemaking of a meal,
the tired tongue lifting to talk once more
for the sake of understanding

my kisses on your forehead,
your face buried in my chest,
the wrap and warmth of our bodies
held every winter night

our walking the dog together,
sharing the first breaths of a new day
as the morning frost bites at our fingertips

this is what love is:

something we work at, repeat
over and over and over again
until we’ve earned enough
memories to finally feel
like we can handle the weight of it all

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