Love

He picked a fresh, throbbing brain from his own imagination and thrust it into the plastic head of his blow-up doll. She spoke words he thought he needed and for hours he held her, just clinging like a babe to its mother. She was the culmination of his every disappointment and fantasy. Staving off his desperate hunger, she fed his hopeless desire. She was the personification of a brilliant mind and a passionate soul. Lying awake for hours, they talked of dreams and the mysterious future. He said her eyes were like jewels lying hidden in a bright, azure ocean. Every time they pierced his he felt the thrill of a treasure found. Stroking her elastic arm, he wept and whispered, "I love you", holding her still tighter as the lie became evident. Because for a moment he felt the heat of her neck, the supple skin on her cheeks, and a velvet whisper in his ear. And in a moment, she would be gone, and he would be left with her cold shell, vacant of flesh and desire.