photos were never enough

pale pasty polaroids of you on the ceiling never enough

you can’t dive deep dirty into the glossy glassy screen of an iphone

any more then you can tongue lash a smoking selfie satisfied

sniff the fresh loved fragrance of that crotch wet and wild

text a hand penned poem

they can AI a letter perfect version of you

turn you into a VR hologasmic extravaganza

clone for me a fabulous fully functioning sex robot

podcast you just breathing next to me for an eternity

but those too will be just other things

never enough