Someday I will get all the way here
where the taste on my tongue is you
not some idea not some recognition of you

molecules of you on my tongue savored
in a moment in which you are revered
exalted above all the source the connection

the chemicals made in your pressured maker
spray over me spray over me wetly
i am included I am covered in our stickiness

construct of one earlier none all about sum
*** reaching for belonging  and to be accepted
i and my seed are to be tolerated now

that right there is me that right there see
that right there is not going to get here in time
to prevent to stop to pull to ground this muscle

thumping the ground must just must must
acquiesce to my hand my finger rubbing
another lottery ticked without looking at the result