I can accept your intimacy in your absence. Words an elevated foreground, everywhere falling fictive, furious scatter shot. I slip the pellet underneath my tongue, hidden in an enclosure of human temperature. In our shared understanding, there are few formulas to interpret this new-found wound, wound round characters you describe as real. Goals program the future requiring the abstraction of my body in front of you.
Time telescopes individual events, cheating clarity.
Metaphysical photos, faces sunk in relief. For now, kiss me in the way I remember and let us look into the light of the morning. Bait and Switch Or simply that it's me and not other other. Even if it is. This one said he couldn't fuck me without getting emotionally involved.