Death of Each Other

A little laughter,

I beg of you.

Is it too late now?

I don't believe it is.

We have all the time in the world.

It means so much.

So very very much.

YOU do.

I have no regrets.

Even if you don't laugh, and I can't make you -

At least there will be a little joy. In whatever pleasure.

Sensually, or perhaps just in your imagination.

Maybe just casually. Simply...

There are no errors, no mistakes.

But fear.

Therefore: do not fear. No space/No time for this.

We have become entangled like an intricately woven knot.

Cool

       Hot

             Ice

                  Melting

Shards

          Glass

                  Bleeding

                               Heart

Wounded.

Forever.

              At your mercy. 

                                      We'd be the death of each other.

Perhaps because we are each other.

Spontaneous.

                     Ravage.

                                 Destroy.

                                              Pleasure.

ME.