Just because there’s another body
Doesn’t mean you’re going to lose
Some of your love;
We will make more love,
And beads of that will spill on
You as well, adding to
Your belt.
The routes of our labour tunnel
Deeper than the view of them,
And work they do,
And will shore up for you
Any doubt of our commitment
To the space our scrape
Has made.
And should another form be
Heralded, to add to our tally,
Then they too will
Claim a stake in us until
Our romance with inertia has
The chance to double its
Knuckle drag.
So blessed creature let me
Lead you to the garden where
The seeds are plenty;
Where the empty vision
Screens the bustle of increasing
Love in increments too
Small to see.
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Your choice of diction in this poem is very fascinating. I love how you ended the poem in a very thought-provoking way.
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