it's the eyes those globes of gelatin vortices of iridescence as they dance with one another back and forth neither interested but both willing each cat and mouse in their internal chase perhaps it's your look of desire the warmth of their touch maybe vice versa though neither can overpower that fatal inertia it doesn't matter if one or t'other is already engaged those thieving glances belie the want: to be caressed embraced consumed either way real want is null and void.
This piece was written around July 2018. Lot’s Wife accepted it as a online piece for their website.
Not Yet Returned - Cody B Strange 