Running High

Lay my body down to crisp.
Shivering against the emotional racket in my brain
I cool my mind and flush it out
Body language in hyper drive, I pull you over and towards me.
Like light speed a mesh of fingers and hair, sweat and acrid smells.
I think about my amygdala, and will I have used of it after this?
Will you stress it out?
Will you call?
I can see the synapses sparking across,
Electrical impulses exhausting the axons of my mind,
Potassium pushing back the natural balance of things in order to receive
the next impulse.
Your next touch.
My next move.
Will this encounter wear out my glands until I have no further use for my body
and take to selling it on the side of streets at night to fill
the affection you might supposedly leave me lacking with?

I pre-emptively weep for the loss of you.

I can already tell how delicious the night will be.
You'll give me a handful of surprises
I will wave goodbye to before sun rise.
Your scent will travel with me for days and I will
Turn every corner trying to figure out why I can
Smell you.
Feel your blood flowing just under the skin.
Right under my palm.

Your eyes lazy with lust.
I can't forget that.

Don't let me think.
Get these thoughts out of my head.
Make my body move faster than my mind.
Run with it, please.
Before I can say no.

I wonder why my brain even has room for these things.

I kiss you again.

...we're gone.