My mind withers

At your touch,

As the corners of my mind

Collapse in pulses

Of darkness and red.

I’m crushed into oblivion

By my skin

And yours

Entangled in a symphony

Of whispers

Until there is no boundary

Between you and I,

Until you wear my flesh

Like it were born

Upon your muscles,

And I could only

Regret the surfaces

Of you that lay exposed

From me.