you are a constant thought thrumming at the base of my skull

you are the feverescent itch under my skin

you are the hazel eyes that hunt out my wary feral heart

you are inhaled gasoline

you are cool relief on my hungry skin

you are an exquisite touch to my swollen hunger

you are my other

you slow my breathing

and i am your escape fantasy

your moment of thrilled rebellion

your reclamation of a moment of your truth and self

your anguish and your orgasm

in a single broken fragment of time