Don’t hold me as though I will break,
you know I am one of substance
and anyway, hearts caress long
Instead attune to the inner urchin,
virtual spines disguising small puckers
of life rippling beneath luminous shell,
sleek rivulets beneath ocean currents,
salmon sunset reflected off virescent eyes
locked betwixt familiar and intrepid.
Don’t force what flows naturally,
kinetic synapsis linking us
like lightning crossed pitchy skies;
let us not become ensnared
in obliquely shifting selves long destined
to transcend egoic imaginings.