the vanishing world

to control your flesh
and other dark thoughts
that swim downstream
from my mind.
to press against you,
the urgent heat and
salt of us intertwine.
to hear your ragged
breath exit as a death
rattle.
your chin skyward,
eyes masked by clenched
lids. Your expression,
an offering to the
deities of consummation.
Intertwined, gushing,
age old and strenuous.
you have cocooned me.
i am your tool,
a mechanism of
the little deaths.
i will not rest until
we are spent.

-am