untitled II
I slide myself inside your skin
My fingers wriggle into the gloves of your hands
My belly takes over your breathing
My mind slips into the cool jelly of your brain.
The world looks strangely the same from here
And yet...
And yet...
The horror of otherness! The nausea! The vertigo!
Let me out, so I can love you.
Written in response to a smoodgy romantic desire to merge with a lover.