– Jaleasha Ruth

Following an imaginary line from your nose to your navel.

Pink Floyd heaving breaths of desire.

I know what’s beneath your shirt:

Your heart, longing for me, to long for you,

Even if you feign unawareness.

You yearn for me again

Though you’ve had me a thousand times:

We’ve loved on grassy knolls,

Kissed in lovely groves.

Our passion has already been calculated,

So no impulse will be out of place.

I’ll never cease pining for you,

Needing you to learn your lines.

Despite the fact

We’ve never even met.