Assimilation

In constricting silence, trepidation surges between our chords.
How did we get here, beneath the tides of moist life breathing?
Invitations? Yes. Lies to bring us together through a temptation restored.
Lead me by the scent of these potent liquids’ seething.

I forgot what the flesh felt like. It draws me into this dryness underneath the tides.
I’m fond of shivering. I cannot stop; do not clutch the tendril growing.
Reminding me of the satisfying, declining… unspoken way I confide.
Hopefulness quells the urge to change. Lying to the eyes that are truth bestowing.

These vibrations, a continuous stillness that cannot be felt by our hands.
The cold air will crack the skin and cleanse me of what I suppressed.
Led here with a blinding sound, I did not see through the illusion that stands.
Liquids boil through vines; clot, and let my desires digest.

A heavy door. Rusted with the stains of three years waiting. Wheel turning.
Apprehension dissolves into the pleasing stench of guilty obligation.
I quite forgot how this flesh felt... Fingertips vibrating. Yearning.
Reach inside and grope the void that leaks. Falling inside: assimilation.