The temperature cools,
The murky waters still,
I glance to its depths but see nothing.
Day after day,
Your blood in my veins,
I still feel nothing, and yet
Your voice in my head,
Your hands down my wrists,
And the same blood in my veins.
A chill wraps around my shoulders
While hands caress my neck.
Slowly, sensually they wring tighter and tighter
Until I finally become nothing,