I’m sick of visual placebos:
Trying to tide myself over
With a little four by six inch
Frozen section of time.
I’m growing weak,
And tired of holding air
Where a thick human torso
Should fit snugly next to mine.
I’m desperate for pheromones,
The kind that leak out of every pore
And flood the air I’m breathing
With sweet, adrenaline rush, come-get-me.
I need human:
Concrete,
Right-there,
Pulsating,
Secreting droplets of water and salt and instinct,
Solid,
Organic,
Endorphin-releasing
Desire personified.
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"Feel the breath slip away from the lung and let life fly away on its broken wings"
-NINTheFragile-
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