discomposure

Now humbled
My heart,
bruised,
Laughs.
Strangely amused
at the faltering
of my mind
And I find...
you are so deep
It's a thing I cannot
grasp.
Our hands
are clasped,
and I sink
under the feeling.
A heavy tongue
that bitten
swells.
There is Hell
in empty hallways
and cold that
lingers
under fingers
Tracing vacant
pillows.
Provocation. Possibility.
Whispered in ears
Clashes with fears
and consequence.
Past the points
of common sense
Beyond hopeful
resistance.

I will lose
myself,

in you.