A glorious picture
of ripe fruits and tall water glasses
I smile at the idea of you.
My mouth waters.
But I'm not blind and I see
a pathetic useless whore
licking all over a glossy photo of what she lusts for.
I want to hold
a peice of pretty toxic colored paper.
I want to taste
a thin dry flavorless image that begs to be taken.
Why are you surprised that I grab you and try to rip you to tiny bits?
Some days I hate wanting you.
Why can't I be satisfied?