At your touch,
As the corners of my mind
Collapse in pulses
Of darkness and red.
I’m crushed into oblivion
By my skin
And yours
Entangled in a symphony
Of whispers
Until there is no boundary
Between you and I,
Until you wear my flesh
Like it were born
Upon your muscles,
And I could only
Regret the surfaces
Of you that lay exposed
From me.