wigglefree

Each day I roll a
warm, sweet, kertinized
Ampule of life

in two small hands
barely large or strong enough
to contain such energy.

you are so different from I:

from within thick, protective plates and
heat absorbing walls

you bare your heart:

a hissing retreat

a gaping mouth to threaten

and a long, curious stretch
to meet your love,

who appears in the most unusual places:

radial waves of heat, pseudo rays of the sun
and even from underneath
a small,
bed of lettuce.

(writen by karre, i guess you now know why she is my "crush")

and a beautiful song to match