One

I lapse from reality
to the erotic fantasy
held within the
palm of my hand
focusing on immoral fibers
shattering the screen
upon my bloody retinas
I am on a journey
through fields of flesh
intwined in my mind
grotesque statues
erected for my pleasure
behind closed doors
they are one with me
I am one with my hand
the erratic pounding
against my body
animalistic movements
surge on the images
and splatter artistic glory
on encrypted pictures
that make me feel love
over and over hour for hour
day after day after day
I am locked into this
dance with myself
only to find I am
a prisoner to my hand
I am in love