Inescapably

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

sooner or later, adjectives to describe this will no longer exist, the only indication remaining: the fireworks in your veins, from the flush in the face to extremities and regions unapparent at first glances the other hasn't yet made. forgive me, sometimes i wish not for you to breathe, simply the vision of you breathless tugs at my being, lungs maximally expanded so the chest is ever closer to me, seeking its caress not merely within the confine of my dreams, and as letters leave these fingers, i realize we're swimming now in that 4th dimension and stars are all i'm seeing. before i fade to black and sleep subtly beckons, one thing i should mention: even if you threw away your phone and hid underneath the covers so our vibration's warmth would not stretch so far deep, forgive me again, that won't be enough, for my ocean will seep through those sheets, cascading upon your skin as unmistakable ignition, inevitable for the unresisting.

Life will come and go, the highs and the lows, these fevers and the cold, but on occasions He permits, our furnaces blaze ever onward to internally hold, as much fuel as can be held for the journey Home.