Tetraearth

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