Egg of Love
Rick Scott

I.

Egg of Love – my Ovulamore!
I long to touch your silken skin.
Your hair, your eyes, your secret Fury,
Your vertebrae, your dorsal fin.

Your tiny toes, your hair that glows,
Your heavenly array of limbs,
Your silver pores, your fluid snores,
Your hot breath on my throttled stamen.

II.

Egg of Love – my Ovulamore!
I love you with the love of life.
I love you with a love so soaring,
I love you with love's depth and strife.

My love's a love beyond love's border
I love you with love's lover's breath,
I love you with love's fervid fervor,
Love loves love's lover's love ... and death.

III.

Egg of Love – my Ovulamore!
My heart is belching liquid flame!
My arms are yearning, trembling, burning
My Cupid Tree is taking aim!

My wracked and restless ravaged throbbing
Rivened heart's a withered shrub,
My turgid, bilious glob is bobbing:
Hallowing in pain and love!
My turgid, bilious glob is bobbing:
Hallowing in pain ... and love!