Her lips, now draw so near mine—
static hums,
lightning sings,
my fingertips zing.

Our breath suspends in flight,
threads pulled oh so tight;
My hunger coils—
her taste, pure starlight.

Our flesh enraptures,
trembles nearly bare—
a storm unfolds,
surging ever slowly— there.

Leave me please.
Leave me in this last way.
Remove every shard-
Even the ones that will bleed me,
Leave me gasping like the wake of a severed limb.
Take the parts of you that are no longer Distinguishable from the parts of me,
So I might heal around the edges
Or unravel one last time.

If you knew me well,
You would already know:
Every word has been written
In each moment with you alone.

As the sun comes up day after day,
I just wonder when this act would halt,
wishing for the darkness to stay forever,
to wake up, only if I can see you near.

Pretending through the day is bad enough,
then comes the moon, to whom I talk,
pouring out my sorrows and breaking down,
making the nights worse, along with nightmares.

I hardly understand the ticking of the clock,
trying hard to go through each day,
wishing today would finally be my time,
to go into a peaceful sleep and not be back.