Do you ever wonder what we would be
if your life hadn't choked you...
leashed your neck in a way you felt was irreversible?
Would we be lying cheek to cheek
hands locked and laced
while our desires ran the race track
quickening.
Would we have pummeled each other bloody,
to either beat a hasty retreat
or realized we were both vampires?
Would we be amazed at the level of intimacy achieved
or disgusted by the fantasy we created
only to find it as unrealistic as Hugh and his bunnies?
I guess we will never know.
That's the part the destroys me
or doesn't...
even that,
having no accessible score.
Just conjecture.
