I’m aware of
The logistics
Statistics
And quick fixes
But what I can’t comprehend is the
Sheer intent of your lack of words
Your ability to leave me grasping at every
Last
Breath
And tilt of your head
The way your eyes enraptured me through your
Immersion into my
Quintessence
Leaving my chest writhing and hands
Pulsating
Cheeks saturated while my head
Runs a marathon

And within this maelstrom that I become
The archetype of heedless, you
Retreat

End scene
And repeat