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