id like to hold you under water,
our lips touching, sharing a breath that at any moment could
become a virus that keeps us together.
or id do this and youd leave me, youd not want to be
in a way that could leave you breathless in the real sense of the word.
but i dont want you to die, i want to see how long the air between
sustains, how long we take to settle into some kind of rhythm.
i, terrified of rhythm, how more times than not
it becomes repetitious
i cant tell if you changed octaves without me
or if you are waiting for me to harmonize.
now here is a hard one,
hard words that write themselves when my eyes are
heavy lidded or when im in the shower, soft scrubbing the scaled parts.
the sky is that blue that skies are and im sitting, not with you
and not with me either.
somewhere in between again,
floating through again and trying to rest
on hot heels that take me too far
its very fuzzy here.
the herbs are bitter here
warm the belly so i can digest you better.
im tasting your fullness, youre heavy and i want it,
hands hard of heart, inching into me and mine
and telling me youre here
and i know it.
i feel the vibrations of our kisses in tendrils and toes,
i taste them, the memory of them, when youve left.
indelible, youre reaching around me and holding my thigh in a way that makes it all better. or different, at the very least,
pulling shifting me into a new rhythm and im still underwater toes puncturing the surface
telling you to come take a dip.
leading you down into air.
9 as the number going back into itself.
and then a 3 and one more 3.
i am the ultimate introvert, the
tells me so when im willing to listen
and can you come hermitize with me?