Consummation

You walked your path;
It brought you here—
Where breath grows thin
And shadows near.
The weight you held
Begins to slip;
The steadiness
Inside you shifts.
A quiet pull
You would not name
Now shapes your step
And guides your aim.

You tremble—
Not in dread—
—because something older
Wakes instead.
I see it rise
Before you know;
The first response
You never show.

You come closer.
You come closer.
My name—your breath.
My pull—your depths.

I see the shift
Under your skin—
The part that wakes
From deep within.
What you held back
Now breaks its hold;
A rising truth
You never told.
I am the author
Of what you feel—
The shape beneath
The dark revealed.
The stranger’s face
That brushed your sleep
Was mine in truth,
And yours to keep.

I do not beckon.
I do not command.
And still—
You come to me,
On your knees,
Where all resistance
Slips away.

You come closer.
You come closer.
My name—your breath.
My pull—your depths.
You come closer.
You come closer.
My mouth—your flesh.
My hunger—your breath.

And still you come.

Words & music by Nikita Monday.