Tremor

The shudder surged across my skin
Like mercury upon a surface
This peace is haunting

Stoic and bereft of ego
Hovering further from myself
And you

Eyes inverted, rolling
Back into my head
This balance means precious fear

How will i paint this
Picture of sight-defying lack of will
And you

Thought halts dead
Like skin and teeth removed
This Nothing is my glory

You cannot touch
This splintering tremor

Made of me
Made of you