Flutter, gasp, die.

Pleasure's my measure.
Electronic impulses, across the sky.
We beam our emotions and we never ask why -
Until our brains stop working and we crumble and fall.

I have felt your hands upon my hands, and I have trembled.
I have felt your mind upon my mind, and I have shuddered.
I have felt your soul upon my soul, and I have lost control.
We're far too comfortable, this time.

And shall I, when you pursue your point,
And leave me transfixed and struggling upon it,
And have transcribed my emotions upon your palm,
Shall that be cause for great alarm?

I do not wish to cause a fuss.
But this is not enough.

And should I writhe and wail and cry,
And lie awake, beneath that sky,
With beams that cross and intertwine?
With dreams that flutter, gasp and die?

I do not wish to cause a scene.
But that isn't what I mean.

And should you, in your victory,
Press me to the wall,
And demand that I fall?
Those walls were fallen long before.

Pleasure's my measure.
Physical impulses, across my skin,
With all this sensation, how can I not win?
When I give in and let them take it all from me.

I have heard your words against my words, and I have laughed.
I have heard your wit against my wit, and I have cried.
I have heard your love against my love, and it was greater.
Far greater than us both.

And shall you, when I deny your love,
And claim it lust, and call you liar; fool,
When I deny you, and your need for me -
Will you keep your cool?

You do not want to make me stay.
So cast me away.