I want you,
to taste and feel
my grit.
Can you handle it?
Will you walk with me,
or even just sit?
Grit,
shit,
we all have
quite a bit.
Are you ashamed?
Reluctance only prolongs
and inflames.
Meet me at the table,
meet me in the field,
together, if we’re able,
we’ll remove the shields.
Let’s be true,
let’s be real,
a messy stew,
of what we feel.
Living life,
living love,
a little strife,
a peaceful dove.
But tell me, do we have a deal?
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