Be of my skin.
On it, in it. Reveling the revelations of
Three decades of me.
Touch my soul underneath.
Bare my flayed heart, press yours upon it.
Add quickened pulse.
Steam the windows,
Drip with the salty sweat.
Rhythmically dance to the slowest song.
Feel as the heat causes lesser friction;
As two glide, the sparks fire, higher rise.
Ignite.
Burning the slow burn.
The release is deep, from the darkest inner core. Singing, singing.
Gathering all, the soul rushes to infuse.
Cataclysmic bliss.
The world is amiss, momentarily, as the heart slams into its cage.
Fighting to be free, slowly it becomes weary. Slow, slowly.
The world is righted.
Still yet the cage is quick with bows; bends.
Eyes open to eyes.
The world is there.

You've been of my skin.
You see me.
Your eyes bury me.
Eyes close. Mind slows.
Heart full.
Arms hold, entangled.
Sleep.