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
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