Ovule

I have placed a glass egg Above us floating An oval ovule In a dark blood-red void Carries our digital selves Embracing and kissing My skin-mud dense by you I anchor our darks I anchor our darks Sleep with one eye open Watching our sub-selves The keel of our ship These obstacles are just teaching us So we can merge even deeper Into our own personal mineral Fuse alloy, ship ahoy The hostility a broken heart endures The velocity of that injury Is returned to the world With the same grin, showing teeth When I was a girl I felt love was a building I marched towards But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal Now, with your romantic intelligence Sensual tenderness We dissolve old habits And place a glass egg Above us floating In the dark blood-red oval void Our lovemaking avatars in a shell