I dig your hexagonal form.
I’ll protect you with my oblong cloak.
I’m not just hitching a ride to the bottom.
I’m so much softer than our cousin Hail.

I’ll be your prime; you be my composite.
I will rime you
the way no one has before.
I will celebrate your singularity

as I blur your edges. I will love you
like a slick chatbot. I am your one true
stalker. I will stick to you
to the end. Don’t let the cold ground

below fool you. We will always have
this pact: I melt with you.