as if

there will never be time for dark. So I keep up speed toward you. You enter through the back and I almost don't notice. But that soft smell of desire gives you up, pulling me toward you, I can't help that pull. A delicate cord connects us and sways with the days. Weakening and strengthening and swelling and stretching as you recede to that life you know. I am here speaking to you across the distance. You are listening between pictures. Simple tastes of you stick to my memory, they handle an intensity deep in me, rendering me weak. Eyes roll back, a flash of breathless and a slight dip in heartbeat are all thats left of you.