don’t blow it

She knows the words that trigger the fear
       of missing out
The saliva sliding slowly like a snail trail
        connecting the balls with the perineum
Oh, she’s good when she’s not with him
       and intimacy doesn’t stay on the way of giving head
An empty vessel of epic pornographic performance
       as a way to overcome and forego
Go ahead, take the lead, please continue
       manufacturing the sexual excitement
He asked you once how could you do it…
       just like that, “it’s not hard”, she said, “you should try”
Heart, it’s not hard, dip, there’s no deep, you wish
       he crouched at the thought
As for him the carnal essence of being We
       was in all moments of connection
Improbable, incalculable, immense coincidences
       of cosmic significance close to absurd impossibility
As impossible as they are the wheel is entering a new rotation
       setting the pawns for yet another world of
       this was never meant to be
The thrilling practice of death