Uncultivated seed

Restless minds, fertile bodies.
Blend together in g mesh of flesh.
Sweat drips from him to her.
Creating a wet pool of lust which soon turns to regret.
Desire lasting all of five minutes leaves imbedded in her a seed of hope.
But things created by foolish people through thoughtless acts have no chance of survival.
They are sure to be ripped mercilessly from their roots,
and thrown into trash cans.
Where they lay amongst yesterdays rubbish and remnents of human filth.
A beautiful seed dead, cold, unloved, unwanted and alone.
Unrecognisable in it’s filth covered plastic bag.
All it needed was love to grow, faith to perservere and a body deserving of it.

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