She,
she started a riot in me.
I was expecting to turn soft as my newly deflated stomach,
instead I am freshly forged from fire.
I love her as hungrily as she feeds from me.
This love as sharply angry as her sudden cries
and as deafeningly loud.
A tumultuous joy - bruising me with tiny toes.
gorgeous and simultaneously delightful poem.
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