I want to wreck myself on you.
To trace your body’s sloping lines
until I prick my fingertips on rising gooseflesh
to bring your pulse to a simmered throb
until I burn my tongue on your skin.
I want to lose my grip,
in the slickness of your sweat
over and under you.
I want you to wreck yourself on me.
To scrape your ears on my shallowest gasps
until they’re raw as my reddened skin.
To shudder apart on my tremoring hips
until you bear down in the ravage of collapse.
I want to feel your grip,
anchored dire on my wrists
all you’ll have of me.
And when we’ve wasted each other to shells
and can only lie crumbled, breath shuddered and spent,
Then might we rest sure in the glow of debris–
My husk will surrender to yours in the morning.