Sandpaper love
is a heart-bleeding caress
just like chiselling love.
They give out heart-shred:
little pieces of forever
and memory
the collateral of crafting.
One degree too tender
one degree too harsh
and heart-death results.
Yes, delicate it is
this matter of loving.
[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']
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