Like Boom! ! ! Poem by Bree Z Love

In the beat of my womb,
stimulations of syntax coming forth, like Boom! ! ! !
She throbs.
Rhythmic, not rhetoric.
Penning the rules, to tongue clicks.
Effects the mood; lost in time ticks.
Listening to diction;
like a fiend of word of addiction.
I found a depth of devotion.
In this connection of passions that lobbies my womb.
Legs rise like quotations in this room.
Elevating my mind; your words Boom! ! !