An Egging Love Poem by lalitha iyer

True love
is an Egg life
sometimes you are the yolk
sometimes he
he covers you
when you be the core
and allow the chick
to grow
sometimes he wants
to be clothed
and hugged warmly
just to relax
and recoup
When I am the core
snugly and smartly
I eat upon him
and grow fatter
with the my chicky dreams
he covers my baby breasts
with lovely coatings
of white and white
when he centres
he spreadens me
and feels me through
and puts his hands
to prevent me break
of the shell
that he loves so much
that it gives us secrecy
to love each other.