Santeria Love Potion Number 9

after all those sleepless nights i figured it out. I'm not sick without you I don't even miss you. a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses; like a virus is. i can't remember how it felt to be inside you, but i can taste it when i spit. Your sweat a carnal vinaigrette, lips like mandarin oranges swimming in rose-water. Soufflé sighs and martini moans. pallet full, stomach empty. Your face is a white blur, no black, maybe grey no all these are too colorful. You're a shapeless cloud of vapor Refracting headlights on winding lonesome roads in my mind. Perfume. Au' du recklessness, an earthy mix of lavender and salamander slime. lakewater and sublime sing-alongs. santeria love potion number 9.