Spoons…we fit as spoons
She…curvaceous, exquisite
Designed for fine creams and sauces
I…extended, blunt
Created for shoveling
But together…when winter’s chill
Finds the owl wearing muffler
And the squirrel warm in underground lair
We merge under thick blanket
The world becomes abstract
Our bodies one… creating harmony
Only spoons…can make
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