The Sweetness of Quick Sand

Stepping off the edge

His quick sand skin
Tastes like icing on a cake
Dripping, sticky, sweetness
But I’m still gripping
The nightstand

Memories flash before me.
A voice reminds me
They’re not You
Yet I blink away the
Addictive dizziness
Desperate for lucidity

Before I know it, I’m too deep
Under your spell
The rose-colored glasses slipping
Down my forehead
As I give in to the
Sugar high

Fingers slowly surrender,
Forgetting where I begin and
You end
The sirens silenced under
Your smoldering stare

I know I’ll be fine
Without you
I know I’ll be fine if I can just
Come up for air

But I don’t want to be fine.