Headrush

Blood dripping down the side of your mouth
Until it kisses the coldness of your skin
At last, it becomes one with you
Your gaze warm like sipping wine gliding down my throat,
Turns volatile like ice thawing when it meets fire
The demons in my head
Screaming for help - or for a voice
Maybe they aren't demons
Maybe they are my truest selves locked up by the demon that poses as Me.
You kiss my temple slightly, whispering words that I can vaguely remember
But I remember these;
Heart raging, Eyes dilating, lips quivering
Resting your neck gently on the nape of my neck,
I knew the story before it began