by Joel Hernandez
The fact was obvious when I laid eyes on you.
I wanted your sense of fashion on my feet,
I could already hear your glistening gum bottoms making music with the gravel,
I could already feel slithering laces grasping your tongue to compress me tightly around your hollow body.
I want your saturated colors fluttering through the vivid air as we take a stroll through the streets of Seattle.
I want the attention of civilians, admiring this impeccable art piece roaming the streets.
I want… you.