2 Corinthians 12:4

You were warmth. Just giving it time. While I wrapped 
around, wanting to revel,
with every bee bitten atom to the core.

The words you wrote in withdrawn hidden air 
clung
Didn’t you see?

(I am stung ripped f l e s h)

Lightening bolts hit a halved hemisphere, 
waves of blood, bone, 
painting my skeleton into night

I
Elude
And feel, 
patterns of star drops tingling, 
One by one down my skin
Hot Breath 
drawing in anatomy, our alphabet.

I can barely breath out the beginning, a … b 
my lips quivering (because I want to make you) 
Like a thin thread slowly straying through hands to the end of a world.

In my head only
I Infinitely split open , words surging and comforting, confusing and dazing. 
You undress me, 
bit by bit, 
Shoulder to shoulder, 
Alighting in the void, 
Hidden heavens amidst.