Wordle #163

163

Paving stones

Undulate beneath

A jovial launch.

We collide slowly

In an open field,

Sturdy hearts victim

To a primordial chase.

Terrain, notwithstanding,

I wrestle your lean body

To the ground,

A blanket woven

Of countless filaments.

We play at games

Of flesh and metaphor,

Our frames fluid and scented

With the spice of propulsion.

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A bit of silliness from me when I saw the words I just could not shake that classic and cliched scene of a young couple running slowly toward one another in an open field.

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