Trying to sustain my carnal hunger
from your single line response
I wrung myrrh and frankincense
from every letter of each of your words.
When those exhausted
I darted my tongue on its punctuation
and like a chameleon snatched
the single period ending your sentence.
All that action did was water my mouth
inviting me to latch onto the spaces
separating your words and I tried
to reunite them by licking off the voids.
And so an uninterrupted phrase formed
that I further enhanced by twisting
its end to its beginning thus forming a Mobius
whose infinity I skillfully entered.
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