I gripped onto the ruptured idea of you...
Observing your ability to transmit waves of energy that inhabit my body in that one moment...
that one second-in that one touch .
I find myself consistently indulging in your mysteries to only be confronted by a craving...craving the tangibility of the mental stimulation you've instilled.
Willingly allowing myself to stand alongside vulnerability; I will allow you to watch me struggle with your words, however truthful they may be.
Lying there unraveling the imaginary synchronization of our heart beats...Wanting you to touch me objectively,
Wanting you to Feel me internally and externally.