Sit still until I
curl up the
curves of your mind.
Sit placid until I
reinvent myself
in your placidity.
Sit still and placid
until I dissolve
my spirit in
your stillness
and your placidity.
Until I fuse
my quietude
with your vigor.
Until I drown
in your urgency.
Until I suffocate
on the back
of your neck.
Until I wait
to decapitate
my ambition.
Unseen in the
blisters of my doubt.
Saved for yet another
fusion of two executions.
Two beheadings
of impassioned hearts
too hungry for adoration.
For stark-naked anxiety
and cold sweat.
In silence.
Silently losing breath.