Fetish Fantasm

 Shimmering glass in the monotonous crowd
draws my corneas--
I pursue.
Grabbing the back of his neck,
drawing him into me,
ignoring the fast-paced, roaring, bustling crowd,
utilizing the intensity of this moment
to fulfill my glasses fetish.

I thought I was the only one
holding on--
wrong--
feel my flesh chip and crack
under nails-- starving for skin.
The nails aren't polished.
Polish
Nail
Hand
Foot
Fetish

I surrender to gravity,
surround my desire with
the saliva-soaked walls of my mouth,
and feel the familiar
curves and textures
of the heel
arch
toe
toes
arch
toe
heel
toes.

My mouth is
singing is
drooling--
I feel dripping.
Not my mouth.
He is eating me out
I am eating him
Feet and flesh
are flying
are fighting
are fusing.

Fusing into one
essence
no act is detached from any other.
toes
toe
arch
heel
arch
toe
arch
toes
glasses shimmering in the monotonous crowd