Pumpkin
Your sharpened tools slide
just deep enough to see
what truly lies inside
the seeds of life
amid the the muck
just looking for
that gentle touch
a gleam of soul
one could behold
thru thoughts and feels
and scented rush
those hands, so soft caress
the curves, the goo, the gook
oozing from a hidden nook
wet, you warm with charms
putting creative juices to test
upon the shell of this, your pumpkin
lighting a fire that burns, all night, inside
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