Hot Start

by C.B.

When I find the center of your center I’ll unwind you
And coil you around myself instead
And slide my fingers down your seams
And dreamily undo you
Make spaghetti of your arching primal spires
By candle flame, I’ll dextrously denature all that tethers you
Until you quiver bodily
A harp string
And sing
Every note that’s written in you.


6 thoughts on “Hot Start

  1. Ash

    Dear C.B.,
    I think I love you.
    This is the most sensual science poem ever. I’ve printed it out and stuck it next to our lab’s PCR machine.
    Have you more?

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