Slip me in like a pill,
ride these waves,

this thrill.

We are supplements
to sensations, swimming
upstream; salmon fighters,
fresh for flesh,
eager igniters.
Lick these lips,
take me; this pill,

me green and you blue,

there is no choice,
addiction is not a selection
but a devouring infection.

You are base now
to my blood now,
steaming now.

See us:

hooked before we’ve even
swallowed each other whole.


All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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