Entering your room
I would let you rob me
of all my senses
one at a time
until completely sedated
and oblivious

Entering your darkness
I would let you steal my sight
and listen closely
for your breath
and the uneven rhythm
of stampeeding hearts

Entering your silence
I would let you remove every sound
so I could taste your words
on dry lips
like parchment
with sacred chants and poetry

Entering your mouth through words
I would let you sedate my tongue
so I would have to smell your presence
I would inhale you
and touch the very essence
of you

Entering your mental place
I would let you take the last of my senses
no longer needing the physical touch
to feel you
or to feel
anything

When entering your room
I would give up all senses
to completely forget
and to become one
in eternity