Burnt Raspberries
Burnt raspberries.
There I've said it.
The words collided
In my mind until
A perfect jam appeared.
That's what you get,
She said,
For being so unrestrained.
Yet I never thought it so.
At the time it was
Just another merger,
Another pairing,
Like two who mate
And swirl in a dance.
The dance of life
Is all it takes
To make jam.
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