Amorphia

I want to sleep inside you,
beneath the folds of your flesh
and the burrows of your breath,
where your soul meets your skin
and you become what you are.

This is not idle lover’s chatter:
I want to be consumed by you,
subsumed by the idea of you
to grind my fault lines against yours
until we become tectonically one,
inseparable and indistinct,
and the passion of our lips sparking
off each other’s tongues
welds us into the quiet,
where our heart beats
like hummingbird wings.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published April 19th, 2009.