Trascendence

The way your skin

Goosebumps

To the touch of my fingers

Is what heaven must feel like

How your eyes roll back

When you take a deep breath

And let loose

Accepting your fate

And my body

With yours

Trembling

Twisting

Turning

Shivering, Letting go

Flowing

Like river water

Both of us—

The divine comedy of our life

Our magnum opus

Our pièce de résistance

And a coup d'état

Against taboos

And inhibitions

Heavy sleep

This bed feels empty

When you're not in it

As does this body

Because without you it's just

A hollow shell

A cocoon

Waiting for the catalyst of 

My metamorphosis—

The touch of your skin

And the scent of your soul

Give life to my otherwise

Seemingly lifeless shell...

My bed feels like a void in outer space

A black hole

Sucking the light out of

Every

Little

Living thing 

When it's without you

When it misses you

My bed.

This bed. 

Feels dead without you.