By Anthony Flores
'tis a molecular thing
makes me love you,
a CELL-u-lar thing
keeps me caged in your gaze,
a subatomic thing
in the smallest parts of me
that makes me feel so BIG about you, love
- 'cuz you're in every micron
of my wolf heart.
you're helix-spun
and stranded in me good
(perhaps like magic)
in the D
and the N
and the A of me
or settled sweet
in my deepest bottoms,
like crystals
in my deepest, darkest bottoms.
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