I am tired, and it’s so distant, the darkest before dawn. He illuminates me, the light of my life, and I beg with all my heart. My mind and body must be freed. We’re dancing as swallows, rousing the instinct-like air to breathe, sucking his flesh because I will drown. I am unafraid; we are together. This is love. Consumed by its promise, we ride the wave’s crest, roaring together, embracing the deluge.
Our shackles to mortality are broken; we are ethereal, lost in bliss.
He kisses me like the first time after our little death.
Notre petite mort.
