An ovulation in iambic pentameter;
growling hiccups, whorls of supersonic strings
of words, of language curds & whey.

You greet me; as I greet thee.

And a flash of light
springs forth from our
pentatonic rage.

I give my worlds to you,
divulge my body’s core;
my flesh and bone.

And as lust begets attraction begets attachment,

I find myself
glued to, and
hanging on
your words.

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