~desire and mangos

He wanted her sex it was his sex, but he needed an object of affection

someone to project his desires upon

a virtual mistress

an effigy to exchange words with

without breaking his wedding vows

it was an exercise in the profane

She was the kind of woman that loved words

shared poetry and the deep flavor of a piece of music

craving connection

her physical desires grew from spirit gifts shared

He talked about dreams, the language she spoke in

but his dreams were the dry salt mines of a hungry ghost

his words fell to the floor, diminished by his right hand

it was a fantasy with no light, no wings for flight

She chose cerulean sunlit skies and velvet nights painted with starlight

a thousand suns and the courage to merge dreams and reality

she was breast and flesh and dance and song

Cardboard was tasteless

she was tangible and her skin savory as mango and papaya

She choked back and spit out his blacklight

The summer sun called her to

green and crimson sunsets

He carried on as his tradition dictated

She created her own

… pulled his teeth from her skin

following the rivulets of the brackish waters

leaving him…. behind her

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