Give It to Me

As the moonlight pulls down the curtains, towards a familiar direction.

Body temperature dissolves constraints, the virtual and the real are crossing over.

Red, white, and black, in scattered intervals, fingers sketch a few curves.

There’s no longer a distinction between you and me, with a hint of mockery at the corners of my mouth.

Slowly getting used to the dizziness, for the next starting point.

Rearranging each other, guiding the experiences in front of us.

Every edge of the blanket.

Every second, rising and falling, collapsing and rebuilding.

Side profile, hair tips, concave body flavor.

Feeling your every breath.

The pupils note the messy bed.

Feeling your every intentional act.

'Give it to me,' leaving a mark on my body.

'Give it to me,' responding with strength.

Room, sofa, bathtub, and the rest.

After waking up, there’s no need to think.

'Give it to me.'

The heartbeat is stripped of its defenses, spreading along the collarbone.

The fragrance at the lips colors everything deep within my heart.

Black, white, and gray, arranging the room, reminiscing about images of you.

Wanting to separate the distinctions, navigating the winding paths of not wanting to leave.

It's not that I don't understand rejection, always lingering on the tip of my tongue.

Rearranging each other’s positions, different from the past endings.

Every edge of the blanket.

Every second, being destroyed, collapsing, and rebuilding.

Side profile, hair tips, concave body flavor.

Feeling your every breath.

The pupils note the messy bed.

Feeling your every intentional act.

'Give it to me,' leaving a mark on my body.

'Give it to me,' responding with strength.

Room, sofa, bathtub, and the rest.

After waking up, I will only want you more.

'Give it to me.'

'Give it to me.'