melting

a fusion of egos,
wet flesh connecting.
i wither and bloom in circadian rhythms
while he erodes and reforms with mineralized fervor.
i breathe in his breath
and he breathes in mine.
in this moment we are comprised of
id only,
pure desire and passion, the outer world
disintegrates.
the hunger consuming us is
relentless and life-threatening.
i try hard to consume not only his body,
but his mind and energy as well
and if i could eat away his sadness with our
passionate connections
i would never let it end,
i would never let him exit me.