Intertwined

The curve of your spine is like crisscrossing branches.
I trace your skin, kissing each vertebral knot
as we lay together, tangled as one.

Written for #3LineThursday

“Every round, we get a fair amount of entries that center around the theme of love (or lust or passion or something in that ballpark). This one stood out because it so perfectly incorporated imagery from the photo prompt, which made the emotion of the narrator so accessible.” Judge’s Thoughts

Puzzle Pieces

We build ourselves piece by piece,

fitting together as needed –

to survive, to thrive, to breathe.

We build ourselves piece by piece,

with sanity and self-preservation –

for dry eyes, for lover’s spats, for compromise.

We build ourselves piece by piece,

link our puzzle next to another’s –

with passion, with attraction, with hope.

We build ourselves piece by piece,

able to deconstruct the whole –

in growth, in adversity, in change.