yielding

after our conclaves come the fever dreams;
ragged breaths in deep night's arrhythmia.
say that i'm yours, tell me keep my temper,
eclipse me, bewitch me, your little umbra.
nightshade berry lips and flowers in your mouth,
i've imagined you thus; the eye, the very storm.
kiss me all in negative, positively, poisonously catatonic,
invade my skin as you have my sigh; softly unfurl,
tumbling us down through liquid cascade
to land hard and soft and safe, reeling with adrenalin and vertigo.
yielding to you, i am captured; i am opened; wounded; wanted; found.