Human touch

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Relationship status

of tinder-matches turned fuckbuddies,

of strangers who sext through

their lonely nights

 

Without asking the other

what their name means,

or never watching their eyes sparkle

when they talk about their passion

 

Tagging each other in memes while

saving BuzzFeed for the special days

they feel like bonding,

bitmoji doing their bidding for booty calls

 

Staying silent about that

nasty scar on her hips

and never mentioning the night

he broke down in a bar

 

For why bother sky gazing

when you can get as high as them,

in the back of a car that’s

tucked away like a dirty secret

 

the need for human touch –

beyond fucking rough

and sucking deep –

an art, appreciation lost in time

 

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