Hello
I like
and I’m so
fucking hungry.
Hello
I want
and you smell
like sanctuary.
Hello
I need
and you taste
like something very bad for me.
Hello
I touch
and my fingertips
twitch in time with the
pulsing vein at your neck.
Hello
he blinks
but he doesn’t
look away.
An encounter begins. Sight, smell, taste, touch. A different inflection on each hello. Only the last engaging hearing.
Ooh, this is beautiful.