algebraic quantum sex


fingerprints are worthless;
i still know nothing about you.
my thoughts sauntering over to the wine glass
behind the city lights and skyscrapers,
the body of a woman i used to love
floats out to sea
a message in the bottle
she knows what i want to hear
when that charming smile is paired
with glossed-over eyes
pure as god;
that’s how things like this begin,
the body
of a woman i never loved,
draped over me,
with her still-flawless inflexion ringing in my ears
the perfect hymn for
candid innocence
and sultry lips cradled by infatuation’s
tongue;
you had me bending over backwards.
just when i thought everything was
moving in the right direction.




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