for etching yourself in front of my eyes
for all the months I've kept my tongue
for the longing I fight
for the urges I shun

and how can I handle
walking behind you
when it feels more fit
to faint

and how can I go on
lying, living,
without you pumping
through my veins

and if I thought it wouldn't help you
I'd dare not make a move
I don't take breaths
without confirming that they reach you

leave your clothes at the door
the sweat is enough
and if my hand finds nothing to hold on to
your breathing next to me will get me through

and with Darkness' cover I may shed my mask
clutch onto the hips I've been longing to grasp
and how will I explain to them, so distant
that now I've found all I've been missing

and how will I reply when they all ask
about the marks clawed into my back
and who wants to bet on what I'll scream
when I awake to find this a dream