#nuclei
Why do your weaknesses elude me;
my black magnets
keep you at a distance
because
you're facing their
repelling poles
your hair strands are currents,
thoughts;
mind of their own,
tentacles
gesturing hypnosis...
who are they;
what are we,
but extensions,
body parts,
extremities,
intentions,
of a hive mind
unidentified
but I’ll walk these narrow bridges,
shifting as they are,
these catwalks,
hanging ledges,
and breach I will
the curtains of your
ink-spilled masquerade
to taste the sweet and salty
that you’ve saved for me
and you will know
in the contours that hold me,
the right substance
beneath telltale textures
of requited sensation
and we won't fathom the bonds
but touch what they bind us into
smearing the need for questions
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC