THE PUCKER FACTOR

Sweetest of dreams my love.
I know you're smiling.
Talk the cheapest of words,
until someone better comes along.
That connection you spoke of,
I promise suffocation.
I ask God to forgive me,
to want to hear you gasp for air.
To want to see your face glazed in fear.
I'm watching the systems created,
and trailing behind on the equations.
Does everyone deserve to be happy?
Perhaps you can tell me what that feels like one day.
My affection turns infection.
Spread over your disgusting aura.
Just choke please.
Watch me do nothing.
See my eyes the last before you go.
Fade out and witness my subtle smile.
Sweetest of dreams my love.