Knowing 8

Pain is not pain,
our wounds are just texture,
a salt flavour,
a roughness under the tongue.

Blood flows, wells and clots,
life meanders,
love is squandered and reclaimed,
we join and part.

Loss is not loss,
love is pain and joy together.
We tear and heal again,
pain turns to pleasure.

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