We lay in space

With bare backs

Arms embracing.

Our minds dressed

Conservatively to deny

Where we're hollowed. 

We peaked bellow 

The cotton

To reveal a reflection

insufficient. 

Short sighs of delight

Have developed

Into

Heavy 

         Desperate 

                  Gasps

For life.

My once sensitive skin

Is now impervious

To your

Infrequent

           Unloving

                     Touch.

Once your mind

Is seduced

By fermentation,

You

       Want

               Me.

You

      Need

              Me.

You 

      Love

              Me.

But our minds still

Covered

With bodies the anti.

Because that's not what this is.

Because I said so.