genetic makeover

i am filled with your body
and your body is filled with me
so complex, the tastes intertwine
across palates and plain states
familiarity and contempt
you know what i want
before i even want it
there’s no more room for the records anymore
the beats are all condensed
true love waits for the winning hand
we are not even digital anymore
that was just a dream
we are somewhere beyond that now
into skin cells and dying vines

and washing the pixels out of your hair
you turn to me and say
“you are almost real”
i see your eyes
or at least where they used to be
and it makes me smile where i once had a mouth