love is a smooth pain

In the furrow where my spine
splays my back into two planks
nestles a ball of smooth pain
size of my clenched fist.

Love burrows in my chest
slips through the narrow gullet
and drops down like a blue marble
into the dark hollow of ache.

Poem A Day

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