alien, caressing this old heart
floating aimlessly among your fingertips
being, serving pain on a silver platter 
in love's prohibition, cynically surveyed
creature, holding off till when tomorrow
serving black burning coffee on my lap
during arousal
will stain enough of my emotions
animal, savoring tense tastes and upheaval times
meltdowns and quakerstates
experienced victims as myself can't even understand
2 cubes sugar please...
I enjoy my fights sweetened by you
those brightened and abnormal monstrosities
formulated by you
reinforced by you
executed through you
in love's prohibition
beyond the angel face
perfect grace
great taste
you're carbon
just substance
and maybe even
humanoid
and I
don't 
love you