I will only find true liberation
when you finally touch me completely.
When you press yourself against my chest,
sudden and strong,
only then will my love feel complete.
When you lace your fingers through mine,
my soul will begin to drift from my body.
Only when you rest your neck against mine
will the intoxication truly take hold.
When you hold me in your arms,
I will break—
only to be rebuilt again,
solely as yours.
When you occupy my body and soul entirely,
only my name will remain.
Just come so close to me
that distances exist only in name,
so close that I may forget everything else.
The moment you rest your head upon my shoulder,
the shadows of my past will vanish forever.
When you touch me fully,
when I fall into you, scatter into pieces,
and then find myself trapped in your sanctuary,
I will cease to exist as “me,”
and I will no longer be apart from you.
I will simply become you.
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