If I may,

I want to be buried like heated nickel,
Deep into your cooling waters,
My shredded skin revealed my vibrant and scarred colors,
Where my cracks were filled with gold,
I yearn to know what it’s like to be exposed,
Naked beyond naked, where my soul feels a solemn breeze,
Where my lungs dare to breathe.

I want to know if you like ink knows paper,
Transformative in alchemy,
We can combine and dilute the solvent of our mixture,
Concentrated star dust irradiated by lost love,
If only I can bathe in you.