Onion’d

She exhausts me
in an
unimaginable
way.

Working myself into
a frenzy,
I buzz about
and way lay
& flay. . .

Emotions fall to
the wayside,
layers peeled
one
at
a
time.

Tears of release
“ You needed release,”
She tenderly assures
me.

And now,
physically,
I am wiped out
still,
in our stillness,
my skin craves
Hers,
as well.