we exist like this
just below the surface
heavy water, bubbles up
lung pockets bursting like the stars
the crush of cold against the sky
and I will smile.
We could be like this
beyond the haze,
the sinking ship.
but the darkness crawls, and slips
and pink never seemed so terrible
as it does in the dawn.
And the day comes so stale
with the taste of sleep on your tongue
dry, and weeping
for the back of your brain, not quite sleeping
but not awake,
or all the way here
just swimming.
Our gateway, so wet
and the two worlds crash
the jasmine scent of driving fast
and far, far, far away
to some place
that is only you.
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