Is it possible we had never met?
Your skin a carpet of sullied fur
Decked on a canvas of bergamot and vetiver
Pupils dilating hot flashes of lust — desire;
Tonight our bodies simulate rhythms of love
Ply me with aphrodisiacs of the vine
So our pheromones won’t recoil against the
Alien sensations of each others’ fingertips
Wrestle between the sheets with me
Your heated torso swelling to my touch
Sweet paralysis occluding your mind
Together we dance the dance of the possessed
Together we escape our own moral turpitude.
Which part of your fractured soul compels you to
Seize me with the frenzy of the damned
As if tomorrow will never dawn?
Our entwined bodies silence these erratic palpitations
But tomorrow will dawn, as surely as
Our endorphins will dissolve in the light.
And I will wash you out of my hair
For we will never meet again.