My inner self, liquid, molten,
warmed to the furthest edge of comfort.
My skin, a thin cool shell,
contrasting the heat inside.

Blood no longer courses through
its graduated paths.
My heart, the only solid substance
still within my shell.

Beating, pounding, throbbing,
causing everything to move within,
all circulating, flowing, wave after wave.
Bones melting, unable to stand,

Collapsing in on myself, falling, helpless.
Unable to do, unable to think,
Heart still beating, drumming your name,
Able only to love.