She comes as a geode — He comes as an oyster — She is hollow, she is geminied—she is an owner of extremes — He is mentally dense, he is physically tough—he likes to eat sand.

She rolls herself toward him — He’ll let her smash him open if she wants to—makes him wonder if she has it in her — He leaks out brown juices — She rolls away—he follows, he propels squirting more juice — She rolls inside a metal cave—he follows her there.

He shows her his sandy tongue — She shows him her sugary sparkles — She wants to be real jewelry — He wishes he could make pearls — She is an impostor, he is a dud.

She becomes a crab — He becomes a peanut — She sits on a white plate—her flesh is bursting titian — He is trapped inside a bag—he sheds dandruff when he dances.

She bangs his bag with her claw — He’ll escape if she wants him to—makes her bang twice to know it — He’s stacked inside his family — She rips his bag with her claw—he falls, he cracks his back — She’s picked up by a hand—a metal vise crushes her claw.

He is dropped into his bag — She is put back on her plate — She drowns in melted butter — He suffocates from his own dusts — She is high in mercury, he is a misconception.

She becomes a locket — He becomes a chocolate bar — She is forsaken, She is resigned—She is divided — He is toothsome, he is desired—he is tempting.

She feels him — He’ll let her melt him if she wants to—makes her anxious just to know that — He spills imperceptibly down her door — He paints her with a new facade — She opens up—he slinks himself inside her — She closes shut behind him—he eats her face.

He mixes with her chemicals — She sensitizes in his taste — She longs his light forever — He will radiate in thats place — She is a shanghaier, he is a Stockholmist.