A Trespass Into the Abyss

eyes meet, the intimate adore face to face, lips gently brush desire delivered in the click of a lock hands clutched around your neck the shock, the tightening hold a gripping strength, a slow squeeze the mind dazed, the hunt to breathe hardwired impulse, the raw surging force reaching, touching, clawing a hands grip the steadfast capture, enforcing an iron reap the heat and hiss of a monster, slices in your ear tears fall for God’s wretched care dry upon your cheek, the final kiss the silent suffocation, an impression so sincere pain defends the will to see and breathe clear aware adorns the eyes, in pictures of reminisce the danger of your kiss, the pace in your violent embrace the power of your stare, hands fast on my neck viselike is the hold, so I can feel reborn to stand on the furthest edge and trespass into the abyss planted deep, thriving sweet growing, entangled in a reach extending into many more beneath a shallow surface there is no abyss, I am the abyss the abyss resides inside me flourishing in the darkness Terry D'Arcy-Ryan