Together under a slow-folding sky we write our future in non-existent stars. Each breath I exhale is warm against the soft curve of your neck- and your fingers rest possessive between my thighs. Time gathers pace, the space around us is suddenly too vast. Static crackles- a bad signal, through trees and swaying grass. Your reaction is violent, fast and hard as I arch up- I take you hurt, I take you angry. I take you deep- and lick and bite and scratch- Try to sign you out from this whole-wide Universe as mine to keep. Yet I leave not a mark on you. No trace of salt, or blood, or broken skin. And even as you wash me into feeling with frustrated waves of heat, I look up to find my face is not reflected in your eyes. Long before our tide recedes I am clean and all alone.