Blindness in a moment of instinct.

drinking in steam.

the same pulse

pounding in our brains.

Gravitating to you

tasting of your sweet darkness.

writhing inside of your

blossoming despair.

A mind like the void

that ripples beneath water

fallen soundlessly

to the sea.

A single touch

to shatter a moment

crafted finely within

the tortured imagination.

Clarity finds it's way

pale crimson light

through the pitch and fog of

tears wasted for shallow desire.