Octopus of the Burning Bush

I think about you everyday, squared.
as a matter of fact, I'm settling inside a thousand, round and robust lust, a myriadelight of recollections of you right now as I write these very words, a code of that code writ love- ya, settling inside like soot inside the calm rapture you sublimate from my desperation...

I wanna come
I wanna comme inside
I wanna commme inside again and aagain aand aaagain...

You, like some unnecessary chatter,
go on and on and then some...

Octopus of the Burning Bush.