The Razor's Edge.

A cipher stirs in the hollow of my skull
A morras of desire only you can stir
I'm drawn to your dark fire like a moth consumed by a flame
A passion that devours and leaves me a hollow, gnawing desire.

Your eyes, like two black holes suck all the light from me
Leaving me a vacant echoing space where only shadows be
Your touch sets the tinder of my soul aflame
Melting my heart and unleashing a maelstrom of pain.

In your presence, I'm a fracturing mirror shattered by the force,
Of my own longing, reflected back, a grotesque and beautiful course,
You're the razor that slices through my defences, and lays me bare
Exposing the raw, pulsing wound that only you, my love, can repair.