It takes time.

Not to wear it down,

But to bring it out.

The marbled inner core

Of matchless ecstasy.

The eruption of passion

That can happen only after

The breakdown of

The grand facade

Has taken place.

Meltdown. It takes time, to melt down.

Gliding around the sphere. 

Compression.

The slow massage of a sugary shell…

It can only happen after

The mind

Is made up to make it matter.