Naomi Kitazawa

Shape? Love? Form? Organ?

Is it an organ
Pumping metallic crimson paint to living flesh?
Does it beat like a drum ringing in our minds?

Or is it just a name of a shape?
With curves and sharp corners?
Is it Fluffy, rough, smooth?

Is it form of love we give to our lovers
Broken and revived
until it shatters into small micro pieces?

Is it a form of care we give to our friends?
Would you pour your heart into an object?
A ring? Food?

Would you give it to a person?
Even if it is your own
very precious
heart?





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