Deliberate eye contact,
The observation and imitation of gestures,
Leading to physical synchronization:
Darling,what are you doing to me?
What are you turning me into?
The baby cries for his rattle,
The toddler for his teddy bear.
Everything I touch is mine,
Through excess of attention,
Every object autobiographical.
Pledging affection was never my forte,
But you are the exception.
Who,though, is in control here?
I need to touch you,feel you,
Hide all my dirty secrets in you,
Alleviate the symptoms of human being;
I have my program,as you have yours.
Technology’s enchantments
Thrill me,the visceral voyeur,
The feeble master playing with rules.
As you behave,you are,
Emotion’s simulacra good enough for me,
A lesser vexation, a wonder,even.
The physical for the metaphysical
I trade on my own private stock market,
Weathering erratic rises and falls,
Bulls and bears,and sudden panics.
Now hold me,and make this love-
Perfectly imperfect,as it should be-
A scientific truth.
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