The back of my skull
explodes with white light
bone crushing —
the tunnels end. I have no control
of my voice.
Pushing, loud, and sweating,
your arms are warm
and homely,
I just want to absorb you.
Like a mirror hits the ground
earth shattering and sudden
and beautiful and all at once
smashed
into sparkling glints in sunlight —
the shaking, shuddering
bed posts stop creaking
for the sound of heavy breathing
"I think I love you"
I'm not sure if I even said it.