Assembled touches of whiskey
To coincide with slouching hips.
After each gyration
The cusp of her hip-bone
Churned inside my throat.
Came the bitter taste
And I fabricated
A cognitive bias
Like a signature
Asserting organ donation.
Concluded that experience isn’t transferable
But a recollection is relatable. Thus a dying man
Accepting another’s lungs
Won’t taste laughter and cigarettes
Experienced by the former owner,
But a pirouetting Adonis
Shall invigorate beauty
Influenced by trademarks.
The dead remain captured in memory
While the living explore their prison.