HUMMINGBIRD ASSESMENT (poem 4)

my love is my love is 

my own 

presents itself 

contained

self protected in little shallow 

egg carton cells

asks for agitation 

pressure

torture 

but then the thing 

unfurls

won’t stop its 

loyal seeping

it’s not good it

just is

it will widen

recklessly 

a hard ball bouncing 

against a wall

parsley bouquet on the

windowsill

always needing to be 

more clean

like how it feels 

to be the oozing half

of a ying yang 

myth 

always checking 

in

did i slip up

did I 

go to far 

was I too

wide

again