BINGE

God DAMN, woman,
you’re as fine as nothing I’ve ever seen before.
I want you.
I love you.
I love you so much I wanna purée you
and drink you as my morning smoothee.
I wanna grate your skin
and dry then into chips
for a dietary supplement.
I wanna cut you up and hone your bones into 18 inch installments to use as biodegradable dildos.
Or, similarly, take you in as an enema.

I really want to partake of you
– maybe take a video of your daily routine
to review, study, and finally,
to splice myself into,
to enjoy the film of our fictional lives together.

I really want more of you,
more than you could ever possibly provide
but that’s no reason why you shouldn’t try to give me what I want. NOW!