I once told told you how a touch
could flutter through time,
become a seed, an explosion of stars
to paint your universe with light.

If I can give that to you,
it's worth burning through all I am
to know that fire isn't really the end,
that you will still curl around
the ashes until I form anew.

In the framework of singed flesh
you've carved your language,
seared the most sacred glyph
into all that I will become.

One touch can still everything,
become a memory powerful enough
to shelter me in a warm cocoon,
keep me wrapped up
until we're ready to start again

When your breath dissolves the chrysalis
around this framework of skin and bone
waiting just for you.

Waiting for your voice to cut through the ether,
growing from all whisper to an explosion to spread
through every atom of universe.

If I can give that to you,
it's worth burning through all I am
to know that there isn't really an end,
that our forms can reshape into a framework
of flesh clamoring towards a union.

You've carved an essence inside,
etched the most sacred glyph
into all we are as one.

Such a touch can flutter along beings,
ripple through all we know about time,
and become one universe exploding into another.