Salt on blades.

Like needles it overtakes me.

A shattering to my very core,

Coursing throughout

Like salt on blades

Into the vein.

Every more paralyzing

Every time.

Constrict me.

Confine me

To the deepest burn.

With each sear

Draw a tear

An unholy field

that yearns for growth.

Poetry.

you just can't compete;

the sun, the galaxy, or all it's wonder.

you shine beyond something measurable.

in time and space we know of one life;

but with you, it's as though I have many.

all concepts of moment in time dissipate

and we are free of all man made restraints, such as time.

this life is merely a prequel

to the eternity

the massive always

I am granted

with you.