New Birth

-I want to sit with you as time dissipates, revel in the moment lost, after the moment lost, after the moment. Lost. I want to breathe in deeply, consuming the bit of you that stays with me and wakes me in the dusk, right before the dawn, because I do not want it to be merely a brilliant blissful dream. I want to feel butterflies in the cavity of my body, the crawling of emotion along my spine, stimulating nerve endings, catapulting breath from my lungs, a sensation akin to the breathlessness of proximity, which you bring me.
I want you to leave my side, never. That we remain the idols of our moment, until the sun through its incessant pleas has wrought from this earth, a new birth, one of which we are not a part. Then, our rusted bones, having been alchemized by time-together, will untangle and crumble, being scattered like ash by the burdgeoning wind of transcendence.
Our bodies becoming the sands of time in a new dawn. Our soul, our energy becoming lost in the new birth, but not before yours and mine become lost in each other.