I am floating in thick, oily air,
it feels like heated maple syrup.
I flip my body, and I sway my limbs,
like a fly caught in honey and vinegar.
I don’t know what’s up and what’s down,
I am swimming in a sea of hormones.
I feel you all around me,
wherever I turn, I can taste your skin.
It’s intoxicating, and I am fond of it.
I know there is no sweeter death.
