need visited last night
she presented a marketing campaign
shifting shapes freely
ignoring my brand allegiances
I felt wanted again

taking form as a house,
dark sunglasses, an umbrella
something she could hold onto
when her lover withdrew
behind his dark secret curtain

I was hungry
she presented herself
as a red apple
wearing the mask of original sin
savoring irony in each bite

void of actual sweat
she made her entrance
as a bouquet of fragrant blooms
immediately began her fade
while marking territorial pages

temporal is the shape of need
typed in low-res eight point
she sent the word love
through digital static
this emotion became both

she disappeared, sated
back in the arms
of her vane morphine

no need, for now

© Tom Watters  10/6/07