Susurrus
I want to be intimate with you.
Your soul to undress,
Your demons to caress – I don’t want your body.
I want to reside In the nakedness of your fear, To drink your salty, toxic tears – I don’t want your lips.
I want your darkness To envelop me…swallow me whole. Nails digging into your soul – I don’t want your thrusting hips.
And if I can’t be your lover, I’ll be your friend. Your brokenness I wish not to mend, But to sit with you in your twisted silence.
I want to penetrate The lightlessness of your past. To find in it a beauty, vast – I don’t want your gasping breath.
I want to take you: Raw, vulnerable, and unfastened. To hear your voice impassioned – I don’t want your heaving chest.
I want you Defeated to collapse, To seek shelter in me, perhaps – I don’t want your searching hands.
I want you hard, So I can shatter walls And populate your isolation with my calls – I don’t want your tensing thighs.
I want you trembling, Your heart violently palpitating, Your pain I’ll be validating – I don’t want your silvery voice.
I want the silence of your room. Not to populate it with moans, But to hold you while you groan – I don’t want your thirsting tongue.
I want to be intimate with you. Not intimate like the world wants you. Not intimate until I get bored of you – I want your mind and soul, not your body.
I want to be intimate with you.
