she pulls me in
her supple breasts
bouncing as she crawls towards the headboard
she knows that as she leans forward
all i can gaze into
is the small cavity
of air that is trapped between her two breasts
each named after my deepest fears
she wants me to touch her
to remember how soft her skin feels when i trace it out
with my fingertip
but i know the moment i touch her
the hair on both our arms
will rise in unison
my heart will shiver
because her touch isn’t that of warmth
it’s of the cold epiphany
of recognizing
the sameness
the internal nature of her being
she wants pillow talk
under the starlight
she wants my soul in shreds
so she can reach through my lungs
and squeeze the air out of it
until i’m left panting
needing her help
but i know the night i spend with her
from midnight to sunrise
will mean a sleepless night
where i can’t even escape her in my dreams
i am her
and she is within me
she tries to tire me out so she can get a chance
to dance
over my half dead body
she wants the chance
to snatch the thoughts out of my mind
and feed them to my tongue
one letter at a time
she wants my soul to purge
but she is not the cure
she is the disease
or maybe i am,
am i her
or is she
me