A speaker walks through a city at night and, with every step, hands more of themselves over to another person. The opening lines set a dreamy, slightly dizzy scene: dreams fall underfoot, the city wraps around them, and their heart and brain are "in your hands." Lights and noises seem to fill the speaker's empty spaces, lifting them up in a rush of joy and pain at once.
The feeling that runs through the poem is total devotion. The speaker gives "the world" and asks for nothing back, then admits this comes from desperation, a deep need to love and be loved. The "you" is both "the everything" and "the nothingness," which suggests the speaker sees this person as holding power over their whole sense of worth. Even light on their skin stays only by permission. The ending is the most striking part: being consumed is welcomed, not feared. The mood is intense, romantic and a little unsettling, caught between happiness and surrender.