4C: My Clingy Love
She grows clockwise
(And sometimes counter)
Because she’s got a custom relationship with time.
She reaches upwards
(And sometimes away from you)
Because her and gravity have a soft understanding,
Because she is kin to the light.
She never shrinks, she clings
Because she wants to be connected
Because she and I share ancient language and affection.
She never shrinks
Because genetically, she don’t flinch
It’ll take you twelve pounds of ecostyler, 450 degrees Fahrenheit, 175 rubber bands, Ammonium thioglycolate , 28 broken combs, 3 Madam CJs for her to relax her grip on me.
She ain’t lettin me go. She clings
To me and all my foreseeable futures
Because she has always liked me with a high opinion
(although sometimes foolishly unrequited).
Because she is my love.
She will still sprout day after day long after my body releases its grip on me.
She is my everlasting metaphor-
representing me always and lovingly clinging to me.