The air hangs heavy with her love. Her hair is everywhere and everything. I breathe it in. I savour it. Devour it, consume it as I do every part of her whole. I tug at her scalp and she shifts again.

My arm snakes hers, the hand now caressing the soft of her nape and neck and throat. A light squeeze and then a harder one so she knows she’s mine, and then a tracing finger reaches up, up to the corner of her mouth. She turns her head, capturing my finger between her teeth and sucks gently. Her actions and purring remind me I am just as much hers, if not more. We writhe as one, every moment forever and every moment fleeting.

Even as her face and body continue to morph, I exalt in her constant being. The taste of her multitudes, all the fragrance of her deepest secrets. She delights in being seen at last, in truly being known. In being discovered and explored by one who would dare venture the contours of her soul as much as those of her skin.

I’m ravenous. I want more than there is. Her smell smothers me of sense, as much as it suffocates me of oxygen. I will take and take and take. She is the universe in one woman. She is every woman. Still, it’s not enough to satiate me. Something is not right. Something is empty.

In a transient moment of clarity I recognise the fever dream for what it is and this clearly disturbs her, though I cannot say whether she’s ignorant to the game at play. My apprehension infects the space, distorting it as much as my senses. She forks into two universes of woman, and both beckon me to forget or to remember: Which I cannot say. She forks again and again.

A thousand soothing fingers run through my hair, massage my scalp and thigh. Her multiplied faces, as alike as they are different, litter the horizon and my eyesight and periphery. One face rests in my lap. Buried under the weight of her constance and drowning, I focus my energies upon it alone and on breathing.

I do not regain control of my self, only of my breath. I choke her. I will take and take and take. A universe of universes will not satiate me. Her infinities lessen exponentially. A thousand becomes one becomes nothing. Her hair is everywhere and everything.