The Best Conversation

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Love is born in the frenzy,
The blunder onto blessing,
The kitchen accident of trust –

The flutter of your
Fingers that
Stretches, slips,
Spills
Every drop in
The lemonade pitcher
Without a single
Crack
To the glass.

We leave the rags
Untouched;
I dip my finger into
The puddle
And find the sugar
At the bottom.

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tajuta's picture

Finally something!

And it is beyond lovely.