I know that a single touch is all it would take to destroy me,
but I, in naive youth
have never desired anything more.

I cannot find my way in the dark
stumbling blindly, fingers desperately searching
for you.
save me

there is something delicious
in giving in to you
something that proves I'm awake. alive.
it's exhilarating.

even in daylight, your face threatens,
contorted by whatever prowls beneath your surface
waiting until night falls to devour me
mind. body. soul.

you stare, fathomless eyes smoldering, predatory.
realize that I am your prey.
trembling, my weak attempt to return the gaze
I too can play this game

my blood boils at the sight of you
lips yearning for yours, I'll drink their poison
until my heart stops

or maybe it already has.
you, coiled around me in sleep and I,
compressed, submit.

you are like summer.
those days in which the air is so thick
but no rain comes.

each second, more capable of explosion,
your energy mounts, thick like smoke, spreading over all it can reach.
I cannot breathe.

at night, I watch your burning body take in and release
the oxygen I so desperately need.
night for me is no longer dark, but illuminated
by your hot heart

I imagine the raging fire there, boiling, white hot through your veins.
it comes as no surprise
my presence only fuels you.

you are a star.
I come close and am consumed.

sometimes, when I'm alone, I look and my skin and remember
you were there.

even with eyes open I easily recall
the crushing pressure of your mouth and fingertips
whose shadows will soon appear (if not already)

careless,
your fingers tear into my skin and hair, searching for a way in.
I am afraid.
you ignore, frantically searching.

I cannot tell, if you mouth hungers more for my heart,
or control.
I love you, baby. I love you.
I'd like to laugh

your fingerprints will fade
but,
tomorrow my soul will be a shade darker

you sleep alone tonight
the round circles of your arms which normally hold me
closed - for the season
winter has reached this bed

your broad back faces me
a barrier I cannot breach
the muscular companion to that of your guarded heart.
you say,
it is your only heart

you whimper, like a child
a weak protest
I know that what clouds your thoughts in sleep is saturated
the depthless blue of lonliness and pain. you'll never tell.
I want to comfort you, smooth away the dark wrinkles that plague your sleep...
my touch is not welcome consolation

you sleep alone tonight.