Trying To Drown


Kissing is drowning in reverse
The good kind is anyway
Sinking into it, breathless
Clinging to the depths
Until you’re deafened by the blood
Clanging sharp in your ears
Surfacing, gasping
A fish desperately seeking water
The plunge back beneath
Swimming in thick honey
Tongues that can speak only each other
A million tiny deaths
Snatched back by breathy “I love you’s”
Fingers caught in the tangles
Clutching t-shirts
Wandering whisperers
Exploring the limits of polite geography
On park benches or bus stops
Willfully ignorant of cleared throats
Because seriously
Who can heed such things
When you’re trying to drown?

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