My mind withers
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.
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.