I tread on you when thoughtful or angry I sit on you resting or dreaming I lie on you sleeping or loving You, still inflexible, rush on an ellipse You, still inflexible, don’t answer I touch or move you I curse or crush you I want to escape or take off You, still inflexible, go around in your ellipse You, still untamed, proceed nobody knows where There are still so many questions about your origin There are still so many what-ifs about your lifespan I’d like to bite into you so much And how much I wish to embrace you whole