ruin

Take me like a storm—
reckless, unrelenting, raw.
Trace the edges of my longing;
tear them open, let them ache.

Your hands burn paths on my skin,
urgent, unyielding,
as if stopping would unmake the night,
as if silence might consume us whole.

Every breath is stolen,
every sound surrendered.
I am a pulse beneath you,
a prayer in motion,
a name forgotten in the dark.

Do not cool the fire.
Let it rage, let it devour,
until the air is smoke,
until nothing is left but this:
the imprint of you,
the ruin of me,
the moment we broke time apart.