One

There's no other way to do this than to assume an air of indifference. Short breaths and eyes elsewhere, I let my arms and feet fall beside yours. I wish I was an amoeba so I could coalesce and fill every microscopic gap between us.

As I watch my skin melting away at your touch, as I feel the hundreds of wild butterflies fighting to break free from the humble confines of my body, I test the muddled remnants of my brain and lean over for a classic query-me-this.

Your face turns, eyes within an inch of mine. If there had been a small part of me I hadn't surrendered over to you till now, forgive me. But this moment I have lost all sense of self. I have become one with you.