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.