That thing
The one that happens
When dads play with their sons
Or when we collect tears
From most beloved ones
It’s endless
That impossibly unrestrainable thing
That grows in the crevices
And secrets of mountains
And betwixt the small fingers
Of little ones splashing in fountains
It dances so furiously
That my chest cannot hold it
The flesh of my secret room
Parts as eagerly as the red sea
Love gushing out with the brute strength
Of a million and one city hydrants
No one cannot be reached
You are all wet
So come and play in it
Oh, please, I want nothing more
Than for you to come and play
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