After Work Phone Call

27thOct. × ’08

At the end of the day
I want you
to be everything
I need

Which includes a hug,
a reassuring look,
a confidence,
an awe,
affection and an orgasm.
I want this all
at once
a taste of wine disaggregated
aptly swished, sniffed and sipped.

This concoction would surely
include umami and sweet
gone together wrong
rushed
like cold mashed potatoes
unwarmed
eaten for hunger.

I’m sorry
for spitting you out,
for hanging up.

The wires couldn’t conduct
the lobotomy I temporarily
craved
to over-satiate all my senses
into remembering
why each one is worth while.

You are joy
in all
your parts.

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