Wash me in it.
Seal me off with your kiss.
The sun, the moon, and the whole of all the unbound universe mean nothing- all is you, your mind, your love, your fingertips. Where is direction in such a loss of control? Your lips pull me, unraveling my doubt, my composure with as much will and decision as the tide pulled to the moon. But you are not a distant glimmer. You are a flash of insistence right before me, unable to be ignored.
Take me and wash me in your insistence, I never want it to fade. Do not recede to a glimmer, a cold remote light in the distance. Stay and show me all I hope to see. Stay and wash me in it again and again.