instant messaging is saving my life

if communion is impossible, a corner, a crumb –

draw from the air the amalgamation that clings to your fingers,

condensing,

its taste –

closing my eyes, parting my lips, part yours first, and close it again – quickly –

–  sugar

swelling in webs of pleasant recognition through my tongue,

webs of winsome fixation in my eyes

webs of golden threads in my skull

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