She makes me feel sticky on the inside,
That California Red Wood of a 2nd floor employee.
Equal parts reason and emotion, bone and muscle, concrete and windchime.
The thoughts floating through her salt-water cochlear fluid contain biodiversity of oceanic proportion,
Equal parts monster and hero, demon and champion, cancer and elixir.
The Law of Conservation states
That if her skull were to splinter, spilling all these wonders onto the grass,
Like egg yolk,
The very atmosphere would
Taste sweeter, appear brighter
For a moment
As object fails and essence takes hold.
Simultaneously finding myself
Celebrating and then grieving
Each passing second,
Our time together is a constant bereavement.
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