Aperture

It burned my throat

And the corners of my lips

Almost as much as your teeth burned my hip

Gasping for air

And for more of you

As if there was enough of either

To sedate my mind

...

Warm

A familiar feeling

In my throat, on my neck

Leaving my own mind

Thrown into the rain

Of all my faults

Of all my fears

Sting

A welcoming feeling

In my chest, on my back

Entering release

Abandoned animosity

Of all my faults

Of all my fears