Eggs
Evolve my glory
Golden from beginning dust
Grand fusion of love
I want to tell tales
In wet corridors of flesh
Mining for the yolk
First breakfast suckled
There after the spasm of joy
You think you know me
I outswam them all
Seven seas on stairs of love
The first wet greeting
Delicious embrace
In the golden center cracked
Shell brittle like dream
Embrace me, wet child
Gorged upon the fruited breast
Gleaming glee of flesh.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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