There's a cold,
sputtering flame
where my heart should be,
burrowing deep
and building a fortress
so tall
you cannot see its peaks
kiss the clouds.

A heavy weight
that's sat on my chest
since before I could breathe
is slowly becoming
a faded memory
as each chain link rusts
and falls free.

Your bruised lips whisper
holy sacraments
as my teeth tear
into your flesh,
sweet summer berries blooming
and bursting
across your body like tiny
stars.

I inhale
your blood
and swallow your
grace,
my solemn oath
as I jealously
capture
a part of you
and make it
mine.

The shattered
focal points of ourselves
come together,
bridging a gap
between
our worlds
and igniting
our
souls.

I am yours.
You are
mine.
And
we are
one.