I'm eating cookies
trying to remember
what human touch
feels like
on bare human skin
if spit could change us
saliva charge our lives
needy and pure
all these spit thoughts
might feed me cookies
so seedy and slick
no human touch
nothing sick or pure
remedy cookie dough
won't enliven us
relieve us of this sticky heat
still our dry hearts beat
trying to imitate
cold blooded fish
spitting lounging flies
off angling branches
heady food for thought
dangling morsels
pupae and chrysalis
what fish roe once was
a forgotten mother's touch
remembering ourselves as newborn
yawning when the hot blooded night comes
forever swim alone
few of us spawn
reminded we are loveless and blind
like cold sightless snow
white eyeless cave fish
we can't even try to spit
some of us are so cold
but we always try to rise
to the emergent fly
we find ourselves parched
marching recklessly
up every dry riverbed
stipulated evaporation
water can't lubricate
or freely wash
o'er imprisoned wretched hearts
or envision mismatched archaic words
rocky riverbeds of lost love
languorous in stagnant pools
what memory rapidly said
we're void of love
we can't seek upstream
speaking of dried up small fry
disabled by incessant waterfall memories
those thoughts that remain fresh
still frozen in our veins
frosting for our cookie dough arteries
so we grow fish skin and scales
seemingly we disappear
into the reedy depths
engulfed by oceans of despair
we remain untouchable
slick love slides past us
oft that rising tide
requisitioned by the unfulfilled moon
never finds the sun
remaining in this hard constant
we stand in cold acquiescent rain
even though we still spawn cookies
we generally flounder and flop
eventually abandoning
every half baked ark
we try hard to remember
some distant human touch
consistently we attempt to navigate
through love's resistant turbid waters
urgently hoping
we might one day see
through the drowning dark

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