breathing hurts and itches my
throat. My cold hands yearn
to grab on to you.
My body twitches and bends,
leaning for comfort. Vision
blurs and heart beats quicken.
I hiss for relief.
Falling into a never ending,
swallowing, thrusting,
and sweaty pool of exhaustion.
I want to scream.
As you clench on to me
and perfection fits elegantly,
I shiver. I am whole, we are one,
and I am consumed.
Deidre Grotbo
