Gravity is a cute force

Like the tidal wave
righteously drunk
as per the lunar calendar
wayward, obnoxious
I reconnaissance
the pride of your terrain-
abrupt and unapologetic
Your armpit like unripe

half cut papaya from inside-
soft and detailed.
The vapour of grass
from your alluvial earth
is benign everywhere
I clinch my feudal rights
to your physical existence
Succumbed to the magnet
of your navel, I hurl south
That sullen, trodden denial
before you adjust me
in your python thighs and
the adjacent nest
Gravity is a cute force-
we deny its plausibility
But this animal like vigour
dissipating through me
screeching for you-
I will give it
only a five out of ten

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