the images you choose
    1:52 a.m.

and I see the bare breast above the words, the image speaks to me through long lonely nights and I wonder, should I imagine it is your breast or imagine the image as detached from the writer of the words?... should I imagine my fingers tentatively reaching for, gently meeting the skin, cupping the flesh, brushing the nipple?... should I imagine my hand embracing the body, bring it close to mine, flesh to flesh, stimulation to stimulation, so close we can feel each others blood racing, pulsing, throbbing through the skin?... should I feel my mouth water, lip my lips, and imagine pressing a kiss loosely on the image, tightening the suction intil the image becomes real, until I believe what I see is what I will get if we meet off the screen, eye to eye, flesh to flesh?... or should I ignore the image and focus on the words, respect the distance and not objectify, leave the fantasies for others places, other people, other times?...