i want to crush it in my palms. feel it rupture under the pressure of my lips and tongue. i want to feel the curve of my waist caving in and splintering upon impact. to feel the violence of its diffusion threatening to split me to the bone. hear its whispers of heaven and faraway places. for the love of it and the thrill of it. to feel it kissing away every bit of emptiness in me. my second skin. my religion.