Biology
We are doomed to love
Those who we want to love
need to love
ache to love.
And what of those who love us;
How much must they shower
upon us; unbidden
love?
in quiet in-exactitude.
Only to watch us
fix our gaze, steadfastly,
upon the form of
our Love.
They watch us,
until those we love
enter us
absorbed in our entity
sprouting inside us
rooting for nourishment
lush pink lotuses
in a teeming pond…
An exact cohesion ensues,
each cell powered
by this combustion;
in quiet in-exactitude.
Only to watch us
fix our gaze, steadfastly,
upon the form of
our Love.
They watch us,
until those we love
enter us
absorbed in our entity
sprouting inside us
rooting for nourishment
lush pink lotuses
in a teeming pond…
An exact cohesion ensues,
each cell powered
by this combustion;
the lotus derives
nourishment now,
it blossoms, opening
its soft, lustrous petals,
a shimmering saga of the night.
The pond, a resplendent
aquatic being of light.
Its beauty, irrevocably
enhanced, enshrined inside
an influx of new life
an orchestra of biological
orgasms, arching
as the symbiotic
micro-ecosystems
lock into place.
Springing forth new life,
as they follow the Sun.
lock into place.
Springing forth new life,
as they follow the Sun.
Unlike an inundation
of incohesive love,
This is the love that
This is the love that
is deserved,
exactly, as it is
received in harmony,
For MoltenIce
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