I have a confession.

Only your skin makes me alive now.
Only the crook in your neck gives me warmth,
and thaws the winter in my heart.
Only your eyes light this seemingly tunnel of darkness I am crawling in.

I let your lips trace my body,
Only because I need to know I am
not yet formless,
only to feel the touch
because I need to know I am
not a ghost yet.
I open my mouth for your mouth,
and taste you, and you breathe life into me.

You do not know this. No, not yet.