Ovule

I have placed a glass egg
 Above us floating
 An oval ovule
 In a dark blood-red void
 Carries our digital selves
 Embracing and kissing
 My skin-mud dense by you
 I anchor our darks
 I anchor our darks
 Sleep with one eye open
 Watching our sub-selves
 The keel of our ship
 These obstacles are just teaching us
 So we can merge even deeper
 Into our own personal mineral
 Fuse alloy, ship ahoy
 The hostility a broken heart endures
 The velocity of that injury
 Is returned to the world
 With the same grin, showing teeth
 When I was a girl
 I felt love was a building
 I marched towards
 But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal
 Now, with your romantic intelligence
 Sensual tenderness
 We dissolve old habits
 And place a glass egg
 Above us floating
 In the dark blood-red oval void
 Our lovemaking avatars in a shell