A familiar weight sinks
Touching my adrenaline
Stop--oh god dont let it stop
Torso bruised like carrion
Picked apart, left dizzy; panting
Staring a thousand miles past this ceiling
Letting you take everything and loving it
Swallowed this second hand feeling

For the thousandth time you'll leave your marks
Like bible verse; runes stinging, pulsing, crucible hot
My pleads are muffled by your serene pale flesh
Minds' mirror for my own, writhing, coiling in silence
As it ought.

And to think it started with a touch.
A haunt.
A kiss in a crowded, noisy kitchen.