Epiphany

i. overwhelm me

your lips are pressed against mine as you consume me;

biting, sucking the heat from

my mouth,

my body,

as you move against me.

ii. leave me

the constellations i once carved into your skin

in my desperation

to be felt are

fading,

faded,

now almost gone.

iii. break me

the pressure of you on my chest,

as heavy as the weight

of what we have become, is painful;

you begin to crack my fragile frame.

iv. burn me

a perfect match,

we used to burn as one,

but our time together burned up;

now,

we are just cold ashes,

blowing in the wind.