ooijooijooi all these feelings make little
explosions in my blood
i think and think of this love
and it makes me tingle through
to my nerve ends
i try and try to make little volcanoes
within my verse
to capture the life
the fire
the burning
the hot molten flow of this love
that refuses to stand still and
grow cold
this love keeps reshaping into whirls
that does not want to let go of its
fierce hunger to dive into
the core of the immensely small,
quiet and intimate beginnings of its life
and bloom and arch outward into
the great expanse
and make it be
felt
in me
and
in you
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