C O N V E R G E

Olive skin and pursed lips. She might just be the end. I doubt it. A lonely man would say something. But this isn’t really loneliness, but  a reflection of what it might be. I am simply bored. We would eventually bore one another into submission. Trying to find a connection other than genetalia. Other than limbs and lips and warm skin. It would be better if we said nothing at all.