Raw fascination having touched our circumstance

Marrow and cable volunteering at sunrise, bringing apples to the table
Polishing sweaty chromium bumpers rounded pointy, delicate and ready
For hundreds of guests to arrive swinging napkins from their hips, beckoning love
Like the lifting tail of a sparrow whose tiny eggs, within a few short weeks are gifting
This gracious world within her nest such cries of hunger, that we run for the spacious
Hills, the wrangled raw fascination having touched our circumstance too roughly, mangled
Our sheets in excessively tight cranking rollers, habanero peppers are no hotter than sin
We bless upon each other in bed, taking and giving ahead of sweet regional intimacy's song