I pour
another tall glass of synergy
desperately
gulping hard and shaking
and chase it with
a dirty shot of
Jack Daniel’s flavored
dopamine
induced, injected, erected
solely
by your ruggedly scented unleashing…
every time you take the time
to pierce the flesh that I claim to be
ascension is my drunkenness
your skin is my space voyage
your words reeling
up against my skull, crack the hull,
pressing on my hips, full throttle kiss
at 432 hertz frequency
I have no use for sobriety
when your vibration rolls into
the outskirts of my desolate city
You call it my body
I call it addicting…