There is this want
to trap you,
to lock you
to hold you and race along the rage of your skin, the sex in your breath, the thrills of the air.
To grip on to your fingers.
Something dark is crawling over my face, is clamouring on to my bones, ready to lunge on to someone else.Let me rip the allure from your shadow and slip it into mine.
as we manipulate light and sprawl across time.
The dust has runaway from my eyes, and is now dripping deliriously on to the ground.
There is grime in my hands,
there is anger in my fists,
and I scream with my arms.