white

The sound of his voice induces a white image in my mind,
Like nothingness devouring my thoughts.
My thoughts that were once splashed with color,
Now dingent and bleached away.

The stare in his eyes fade my words.
Words that are meant for him to hear,
Words that are decayed by his vision alone.

The rhythms of his heart blank my senses.
The very senses I must use to survive,
The senses I must manipulate to banish the source of all hazard,
The hazard I must distance myself from.

The warm touch of his hands force my body to quiver confusion.
Relentless to obtain the motion or admit my fear.
His fingertips melt my heart as an attempt to be frozen.
And I, I lay with content as I let him discover me.

His scents drown my ideas of the present,
And I am left with nothing but memories of the future pondering my thoughts.
With no remorse I permit him entrance into my secrets;
Trying to come up for breath every so often, failing every attempt.

Entangled in an invisible web,
Refusing to comprehend such notions,
Now having me under a spell,
I hold no composure…no control.