There it is
sitting on the shelf
packed away in sacred cardboard,
only it has a more intoxicating effect.
The way the chemicals mingle
with hot heavy heat.
Potent yet powerless in its glass cage.
The lock breaks free with a slight
push
releasing invisible particles that
settle on your skin,
your bare neck,
leaving a hint of sweet acidic sugar.
I’m attracted to this
ephemeral concoction.
How it mixes with sweat:
So damn good
it makes me love,
and you love
like no other.
Our obsession amplified
with poisonous lust.
-S.Kelly Woz