Falling into a warm sea of gold,
as if the world itself
had softened.

A sweet bath,
heavy with light.

No one has ever seen it alive.

Every breath thickens
into touch.

The slow pounding
of your mechanical heart.

A flow in abundance.
A ripple in the fabric of love.

The honey of our connection.

So pure,
and yet so strange.

The Voidforms