I mutter
your name
as I come down
and it feels
right.
So I say it again.
Toeing the line,
dangling over
a cliff,
I like what this is.
I roll the consonants
and vowels over
my tongue,
but I wish
it was yours on mine
choking out my name
gasping for breath,
fucking me.
Whatever chaos this is,
it's tantalizing.
I close my eyes
and see you.
I wake up,
and I feel you
lingering on
the fringes of
my dreams.
One would surmise
that abhorrence
tinged with lust
swirling with a speck
of love(?)
isn't the best idea.
But I'm starting to care
less and less.
Order in my mind
becomes a thin thread.
One day you'll pull me close and tight,
and break
me.
I wait.
