Depthless Caress
When a tower's digital exhalations
shine truer than the sheen
of flushing flesh, when groping
driveheads quicken air
sooner than the scent
of weeping tissue, when
every significance wears
a mask of vacuumed glass,
the time is past
to wrench focus
from silicon nonrealities.
No pleasure array
will slow the years
that stumble tapping digits but
a chest filled with bitter mist
or bottles of oily Mexican sun
help smooth an ugly melt
from cunt to grave.
When a tower's digital exhalations
shine truer than the sheen
of flushing flesh, when groping
driveheads quicken air
sooner than the scent
of weeping tissue, when
every significance wears
a mask of vacuumed glass,
the time is past
to wrench focus
from silicon nonrealities.
No pleasure array
will slow the years
that stumble tapping digits but
a chest filled with bitter mist
or bottles of oily Mexican sun
help smooth an ugly melt
from cunt to grave.