Sown Together
Knife slices through taut skin,
juices drip red, smell tangy-green,
stain the butcher board, free sunlight
stored like an oath in every seed.
Flesh yields to tender pressure,
warm as soil in my palm—
tomatoes and I, mingle our need.
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