Omen.

The voice suspended by momentary blaze

I fall silent - you dare,

and fingers make claim within hungry gazes.

You hurt - I stare

at your sincere eyes and mouth

ajar and confused,

your tongue - knotted to my words.

I wish nothing more than this moment,

I take - you overflow.

Our mutual past has never been so present,

you scratch my arms - I know,

now your hidden lacunas get into my bowels,

I feed and you fill me completely

as our limbs entwined merge

we've learnt through pain, now through complicity.

We are alchemy

we are the echoes of stars

we are destiny

we are perfect bizarre

and I'm gonna miss it,

soon

I'm gonna miss us.