Bare arms flail In desperation Lungs taking Liquid breaths Micro-bursts of life flashing A smile at the end
Her eyes: so deep I drowned.
“Is it possible to drown beneath too many kisses?” she whispered. “Yes.” “How can you be sure?” “Because, I’ve just come up for air.” … Somewhere in a distance rumbling churns a river called love. Whether we risk crossing it is the only consideration for some forget how to swim.
You took too much from me My heart it would not bleed The essence of the man I was Adrift in viscous seas You tore the truth in slices And peeled away the dreams A solitary devotion Collapsed me to my knees Drowning in slow motion Drowning in degrees Drowning though I know […]
It’s humid, the world sweats. A fine sheen of liquid life coats everything from the smallest grass blade to the tallest tree and everything in between. I am in between, but do not wish to be. I drown in a heated pool with only the sun to see my submerging.
The sea, The sea, You call To me In blue, Azure Salin- Ity; You thrash, And rage, Yet calm My soul, To drown In you Would make Me whole. So stay Your waves And soothe The tide For soon, My sea, With you Abide.
Should one be able To drown in such small amounts Even laid faced down