ogres are like onions

today it’s like this

wrestling love into me

riling up

“not this, yes that, more, less!”

i push and get pushed back

laid out in a flirty tug of war

between my heart and your hands

gravity joins in our dance

with her equal and opposite forces

three bodied problems

and grinning mysteries

glitching voicings

oh there’s the cavity

and the species populating me

back and forth

life until death

before, all was all

just unnamed

once named it could be longed for

once named it could be seen

once named i became objective to you

and i became object to me

before, i was what they now call dead

but it’s all the same

words are just points to be made

and “i’d rather not put a label on us”

said the non monogamous entangling bean

sprouting in my resonator

like a seed with a destiny, for

layers upon layers

i am like ogres

and the singing soil

is the gift given freely

have you ever befriended

a fish out of water?

oh, how love does not need