Emerging from the surface

Of the longing daydream,

Wake up and

Make some

Body scream…

Give her everything she needs.

Asking aloud where you come from,

And how you are real,

But there’s no answer.

This is the ritual, she whimpers

The incantations, your rhythm

Must match… Until you catch on…

Sensitive Synchronization…

She’s latched on…

Steal a breath, no rest

For the swollen rose,

Give more…

As if there is only this struggle.

As if there’s nothing else to live for.