These tangled sheets’ suspended animation:
Calamitous exploit into overindulgence.
Inebriated remnant of erstwhile dreams
An intravenous shot of all bodily senses —
My treasure when alone.
The scent of you that ambles, so stark in indiscretion
Upon my skin in absence of its owner. Calling.
Possessed my fingers rifle, all textures learnt unlearning
And blinded by the memory of you, my vision falters
In luminescent moods. Aquiver in dynastic fall
That voice… I hear it still. Transporting
Impious in staccato,
It ties itself around my wrists in conquest
In permutated taste, surrendered monosyllabic trigger…
I raise no claim on anything but you.