Loving the boy and sexing the beast.
Distance by miles pales in comparison to the estrangement of our hearts. You can penetrate me through signals and fine reception. Desire takes the shape of a spear which obeys the riptides as they pull back and then rush forth. If it's possible for sweat to make a sound I think I heard it break as you came. I didn't, but my legs still open by instinct. I sever my commitment to love but all my body, bones, blood and brain are betrothed. I've tried to leave, preferring to lay with the deceased, even though I know I too have caused you pain. I starved because inside I am a cannibal whore in withdrawl from my own gluttonous feasts. It amazes me how easily I can now release you from myself and adapt in such a way that I am no longer very aware of the inhumanness of it all. You freely demonstrate a newfound persistence I can't seem to find faith in but I do find such comfort in the familiar sound of your voice and wet-air kisses. I have power only because I have made you an addict, and yes, I know I am one too.
