FIXATED AND INNUNDATED

I was simultaneously

delighted and deluded

at the very sight of

Her

When she passed I inhaled deeply,

wanting to be inebriated

by her scent, an intoxicant

both erotic and toxic,

longing for her saltiness

to graze my tongue,

to have her sweat seep into my mitochondria--

the ultimate fusing of two beings

on a cellular level that can never be diluted

by time or apathy.

She passed with guileless grace

and made no effort to stop,

her thoughts preoccupied with a script

the ending of which

I would play no part.