Heart shaped quicksand
I fell straight through.
Squeezed were the futile efforts of failing limbs
to grasp for any tangible lifeline.
So intense the suffocation.
Succumbed, relaxed
as you filled my lungs.
I savor your sand on my skin
The Intoxicating smell of earth and sweat engulfed my nostrils.
The loveliness of the experience
burned blinding grit into my eyes.
The gravity of free fall - delicious.
I woke up on the other side of love,
somewhere between caution and delirium
Covered in the afterbirth of your microorganisms,
imprinted upon me.
Sunbathing in the minutia of your being,
following the breadcrumbs of ecstasy,
I search for you, but you are gone.
Tasting lemon-drop realization,
I already knew the ending,
I wouldn't make it out of this trip with my heart.
I wouldn't be the same when I returned.