The jamming of your finger in my door-stand
Did you hear that?

Are you realizing that lie laying down beneath
And the emoticon
Traversing my eye-screen
And my hands typing more andmore andmoreandmore timidly
Revealing my computer skin

Freakishly welcoming the oranges falling
Curved peels around the edges of my body
Nestling patiently
as the recognition
drops from the scene

Did you see that?
Did you see me looking up as you stared into my mouth
Speaking in reverse motion as you spoke into my eyes
Chewing down the meat, bloody, meeting my teeth
My tongue swirling around the soul-less flesh
Of an animal feeding from my hand

And did you feel that?
Do you miss my hands.

London/Oct/2011