Your voice gives my conscious shelter from the unknown.
Your hand is the shadow I long to step into, firm, inevitable, and sure.
You don’t ask for my surrender, no, you take it gently without me realizing my will isn’t my own.
I’m undone in your presence.
Stripped bare by your insatiable gaze.
I kneel because you see me, every light, every shadow, every fracture.
Give me your poison, I long for the cold.
If you are Death, I plead thee to take me.
Clutch my breast, catching what I can, your very aura thins the air.
Demanding yet subtle.
Remorseless yet merciful.
This side I get to witness, that same firm hand I feel, blessing me over and over.
No prayer can translate the euphoria that settles in when you devour my every existence.

