There is nothing more beautiful than you
writhing in your own weakness... as your obsidian eyes
still stare, perhaps, along the soft arch of my spine

as I close mine to the intimacy of your darkness,
an endless territory where I am vulnerable
to you... relinquishing myself amidst the sea
of sky's expanse—

And if my breath is to touch the depths of the stars,
I wish to breathe you deeply in, part your lips to taste
the genuine perversion upon your tongue,
quelling the ache you cause as you become
the sempiternal tide beneath my shivering bones...

And I long to feel your burst in the back of my throat
because every space between your body and my own
haunts me to my core; human connection evades me,
but you—

I wish to touch you in ways unknown... to feel
further than flesh, when the touch of another
leaves me cold...

to become still within that
lasting darkness of yours,
almost serene...

And I offer to you
the same.
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