your sex? perfected.
guess we had to fill the negative space somehow
where lack of soul intimacy stood prevalent
and dry
these parts grew a heart
like my orgasms knew that you never loved me
so as images rain clear in retrospect
i blur your face out with the steam of our last shower scene
it's a shame, that my body still waters like a hungry mouth...
remembering, how you knew exactly where to make it hurt.


















