Injections
Injections
Your brain is a catalyst
For my desirous lips
making out
makes my mouth puffy
and dry.
but I feel alive.
I suck everything
out
everything you think
even for a second
I suck out.
and smear it
then my psych professor absorbs it
With cherry chapstick
I find myself-
Addicted.
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This poem made me feel amorous. And then immediately scienced that feeling. And then amorous again but safely amorous, because chapstick is a safe layer.
I’ll take this as a compliment! Thank you, Aaron.