when the screen of my mac sparked into action

the last time i warped
was when i listened to
w.a.s.p

the last time i bumped
into our existence
was when the screen
of my mac
sparked
into action

the last time anyone had time to jump
into the deep embrace of the ocean
was not when leo saved the day
it was when i heard gwen
in the back of your car

the last time i died from your toxic
breath, was when we jogged
through the park, pretending
we're george and michelle
under the canopy of
manhattan sky

the first time we met
was the last time
i warmed your bed.






a roman feast with edophilia.