Empire Of The Senseless

Tell me your deepest darkest secrets; I’ll dig into the depths of you. I’ll hold you hostage by your own preconceived ideas of your reflection. Then I’ll let you shed them like you never said anything. I’ll let you begin, again and again and again. It’s a blank canvas where I stand. I know this is threatening. I know you think I’ll remember. But the truth is I forget everything that isn’t felt by my own skin. If you didn’t touch me in saying it, it was never said.  I stand by a puddle in my courtyard. I close my eyes and call it a river. It sounds like a brook. It smells like moss tinted with chlorine. It feels like your eyes are all over my naked skin. I have a short layer of cotton under my baggy jeans. I have a silicone cock strapped to a white strap under that. Its difficult to hide how stiff it remains. I can hardly expect man-made desire to dissipate. Its manipulative tendencies are everlasting, this was intended; this was created. Will you still create? If you knew that you were responsible for everyth