Amorosynthesis

I am growing obese with love.

Do some exercise, trim down,

I am warned.

I drink lunatically with my lips,

imbibe hysterically with my skin,

like roots, my feet absorb from the paths,

my nose sucks in like a vacuum,

eyes, mystic magicians conjures up

from thin air and are filled.

My voice has become succulent with it,

dripping honey with each utterance.

A single plants suffices for all the blooms,

a speck of salt speaks of oceans,

a feather historises all birds.

a grain documents orogenies.

A dew drop speaks of icebergs.

Jealousy wears down love.