The heat soaks in, pain riding the edge of pleasure, all thought fades only sensation as it sinks deep to bone
From the depths rises a dull ache, a desire birthed in remembrance
The visceral touch, the need
The body floats, burns
Need
A surface tension
The ephemeral touch of slivered light
Ghost, and your gone
The casual cruelty of cowardice
The delusion
It’s not over
Pelgris 