Your sweet whispers formed the rain
that flooded my drought.
A velvet caress from the wind to my lips -
for a moment I could taste
your delicate fog on my tongue.
I have never inhaled with such longing.
A desperate mortal softness
soaking through my flimsy bones and skin.
Please think before you place your hand in mine.
Are you ready?
I want to convey - the shockwave -
trickling through the cracked fountains
of my brittle veins.
Transcend my essence with...