by starkish

The night was dark, the lights were dimmed,

I with him.

He peeled my fort, armor and skin,

I at his whim.

Exposed salted raw, he extended his soul,

I turned cold.

He breached the vicinity a wall I built proud,

reduced to clouds.

His hands touched, light, soft, slow,

my feelings he knows.

I am scared, afraid like never before,

emotions of lore,

are illusions no more.