Sacrificed
Brushed cheeks blushing
from the red of many suns
released to plucking fingers
from the garden
of sustaining gifts:
tomatoes: green, gold, or red.
Saved beyond the reach of frost,
tenderly fed and tended
by the sun of summers’ passing.
a shared flesh, rejoicing
in the bearing of life
both given and received.
whose only purpose
is a gift.
we give ourselves
found in
the many definitions
of our love.
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