I will become air

floating

like the silk of cigarette smoke across this room

and let your breath bring warmth to my position.

I will become this,

all that you want of me.

I will shiver

and then shelter you

from these dark ruby walls

and the stares that cripple you.

I will become barriers

to milt away

the fury of my voice as I lash out again

and leave myself foreign to the strangers who know me so well.

I will become dreams

kept tight inside your curve

and executed with the quiet voice that will flow from my lips.

I will become a trance

confusing

and filtering

against the air

like vile medicine

changing the mood of the night to go in our favor.

I will become a temptress

against you.

Lips on you.

Words

only for you.

I wont stop when you shake

with this new feeling

ever powerful.

I will become this to you

I will become flame

burning

scaring

scraping you

into the silence of your submission.

I will become screams

yelled out of lust

from your lips ever lingering.

I will!

Stop

silencing

the inevitable

because I am everything tonight.

I will become the sky

stretched out

and untamed

against the buildings

that we love each other in.

I

am

air

and wild flame

fuming

and crushing

everything else

but us.