Monday, November 10, 2008

Fidelity, fidelity, fidelity

Casual conversation over loudspeaker heartbeat
Eye contact like boiling oil
Won’t break ‘til it scalds me
Equal parts pain and pleasure.

Short, chance meetings
Always more to say
Constant supervision
Infinite, eternal sexual tension.

Is it all in my head?
Does it matter?

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*

Feeling a little more abstract today, I see.