Romanticising to the extreme I give you no space To the moon and back struggling to keep up the pace Focusing on what you can and not who you are you bear the weight of my fantasies my wishes, shooting star
His5Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
You know what you want, get it. Make sure it responds to your needs - remote-control it, sub-routine it and on-demand it - wring it out.
But once you have it - something changes, doesn’t it? It loses some luster - it isn’t PERFECT, **** it. It wears out or becomes obsolete and the lust is reborn, refocused.
Do you want me? I think you want me - you seem to want to possess me - but do you actually want ME?
What if my DNA could be used to create a perfect, cloned replica - right down to the pheromones - a perfect doppelganger.
Only this - me-two - would be a commandable pleasure doll shipped, Amazon Prime - and perhaps made with a rich, warm polymer skin that wouldn’t age - wouldn’t that be even better? I think it would be better.
But forget about me - with THAT kind of technology. Think about the licensing fee Rudy Pankow could get, or gasp Chase Stokes! - ***!!! dancing around the room
yelling out “Mom!!, MomMMMMMM!!, I KNOW what I want for Christmas!!”
nothing is ever perfect - but it might be perfectly useable