Dismantling an Atomic Bomb

Sticky sweet. Like molasses on a hot day.
The touch of his lips.
Salty. Hard earned perspiration.
Dripping.
When it ends...

I come together. Under his touch.
Pieces held together.
By the sticky sweet.
When he goes,
It won't hold.

Kiss me. Falling.
Touch me. Breaking.
Hold me. Shattered.

I tear.
I open.
Fall apart.

Soul exposed.
He holds me;
Molds me;
Leaves me.