Out of solar plexus,
condensation appears on the epidermis.
From brief whispers
to trembling exhalations,
take the path led by finely braided extremities
into a singular nirvana.
Take me through an all consuming
erotic tapestry of the bluest blood,
dead or alive.
Wind me up that spiral staircase laced with euphoria.
Meet me there.
Leave me there.