A gust of wind breathing warmth,

On contours of my back,

Blowing the reams of my hair, and deadened neck.

Cautious fiddling of skin, I see nothing, feel something,

Exploring the shallows and depths of my restless ample bosom

Grazing your anxious, coveting mouth.

I raised my hand, disheartened by Empty empty space.

I called out for you.. ’tis your name, the only name among many names.

The arch, pelvic contracts, limbs in distressed..

All because of your weight.

All because of this craving, disguised as Pain.

that kind of pain from your Hollow hollow thrill.

While it seems to me, I or you have transcended.

But here you are, from another space, wallowing in smoke, in quiet darkness.

Thinking what I was doing.. why I am resisting.

The reason you may or may not have known yet.

The question that begs to be confirmed.. the last thing yet to be known.

The Time.

And what fears me the most.

That I might leave and you won’t.

That after all these, we are to endure.

That you are written to endure. That you are written to last.