Bone-Licker

You sink deep. Without even touching you, I feel you ripple across my skin. When your fingers move, I feel them curl around mine -burning across all the obsolete space between us- I'm always having to swallow my heart back, clenched teeth shoving rebellion down my throat. Nothing but a raw excuse for flesh- because somehow you've completely enveloped that as well. All the life juice is drained out, now. I'm pumping you through my veins and you're such a poor substitute for blood, seeping fire through all my bones while they crack with anticipation, melting marrow into your upturned mouth. And I don't even think you know it. I've become this trembling torn-corner flutter of crimson, with your face in my mind and your eyes filling mine and all available edges, lashes and fingertips knitted to yours. and your voice trying to weld all the broken things back together. You sink deep.