Time is never on our side, baby.
So just before the sun breaks,
let's spin, counterclockwise.
With each turn we'll rob this World of angular momentum,
steal seconds back from the clock
to lengthen this night.
And when we fail to fight off sunrise-
because you know we will-
pull shut the Curtains defeated by morning light.
Turn night twitches into heavy caresses.
Coax open dewy buds.
Then fuck me till my knees crack
and you collapse on my sweaty back.
Now don't move.
Though our bodies are pressed so perfectly,
chest to back, limb to limb,
there is still enough space between for cold air to creep in,
for its tireless breath to dry our sticky skin.
So stay.
Whisk these sticky doubts
away from between my shaking thighs.
Peel back a layer of my skin
so yours can take its place.
Stay inside me
until the untamed beat of my body
pushes you out.
It's always from beneath You,
right before my lungs collapse,
that I can see the way our roofs start to crumble,
watch chunks of it work their way
between every crevice
we find to hid in.
Somehow, when you go,
each minute drips on by.
I spend hours trying to tease out
what I have so neatly coiled into my chest,
whole days thirsty from the way
you pour me like child's play over your skin.
We see too clearly to stay this close.
From a wide angle,
oceans dry up, mountains erode,
and entire civilizations choke
beneath this unbroken rhythm.
What chance have we got?
So stay.
I may Never touch you,
but it would not be a wasted Life spent reaching...
