eyes meet, the intimate adore
face to face, lips gently brush
desire delivered in the click of a lock
hands clutched around your neck
the shock, the tightening hold
a gripping strength, a slow squeeze
the mind dazed, the hunt to breathe
hardwired impulse, the raw surging force
reaching, touching, clawing a hands grip
the steadfast capture, enforcing an iron reap
the heat and hiss of a monster, slices in your ear
tears fall for God’s wretched care
dry upon your cheek, the final kiss
the silent suffocation, an impression so sincere

pain defends the will to see and breathe clear
aware adorns the eyes, in pictures of reminisce
the danger of your kiss, the pace in your violent embrace
the power of your stare, hands fast on my neck
viselike is the hold, so I can feel reborn
to stand on the furthest edge
and trespass into the abyss

planted deep, thriving sweet
growing, entangled in a reach
extending into many more
beneath a shallow surface
there is no abyss, I am the abyss
the abyss resides inside me
waiting in the dark, flourishing  

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan