Sex is to synchronized swimming
as porn flicks are to drowning.
The spasms of bodily functions
hiccuping towards a final scene.
Perhaps it would last if this had
a bigger budget, better lighting,
and I was not so sober, and you
still not so very hammered.
But even so the need for love
that bards and liars alone make true
comes out of me and into you
(and vice and versa and all is well).
We come to together and enfold
The unpossibilities of yearning dreams.
Our mouths meet, twin souls sucking
each other for our griefs, so sweet!
Our eyes meet and in desperation
we see more than a fellow zombie.
Our voices meet and we give meaning
to chance meetings and one night stands.
You say you will not remember me,
but I promise to upload it to the 'net
as a kind of collective immortality -
in the afterglow you never think to say no.
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