Soon

sometime soon

I want to send reverberations through every cell in your body.

I want to feel your chest pulsate under your skin.

I want to see your skin flush

and smell you under your open pores.

I want to taste the salts of your lips

and sweep you away in a wave of sweat and scent

and crash into your internal sea of of plasma

and wash up on your midnight desert of bone.

I want you to torch my nerves.

I want your fingertips to smooth my tremulous breath.

I want your desperate hands to trace my veins

to their origin in my breast.

I want your blazing gaze to braise the glaze from my eyes;

to blind me except to your thirst,

to expose me to your catalysts,

to blow away the dust in my joints.

until we fall away like ashen snow.