As I lay sheathed in your arms

your throat calls to me, begging for my lips.

You shake, gasp, shutter, ideation eclipsed

by fears from years lapsed.

 

Fingers anchor to my nerves.

Extracting twitches and whimpers

acting as a my own recruiter,

calling me to be of service

 

Melting you into my being, your all.

Sunset vines taped over my mouth

ending my years long drought

as I gulp your name.

 

Depleted into the other.

Thankful for the chance to touch

heart opened up to the gulch.

Exhaustion, kissing, collapse.

 

Overwhelmed by the violence.