Bursting sugared lime inside you—
fleshy inguinal citrus—
tart and piquant, aching sunshine:
there were nearly tears in your eyes,
saliva dribbling dissolute chloride
from out your O-pen’d mouth:
suff’ring, longing commingling
as aetherous nobility with ionic sodium—
volatile white metal.
How can Pleasure be, lacking Pain?
Bite down on me:
black-peppered strawberry.
Alignment of suns,
meridians of energy;
autonomic plasticity;
co-regulation frenzy
of you-and-me.
Curled phalanges, eyes rolling
back into beckoning cephalic blackness,
to where only He bears witness.
Every motor neuron firing:
Tension,
clenching,
hypertonicity;
embrace,
regress,
release me.
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