drowning maketh the (wo)man

your eyes hold water with depths

my mother warned me

were too deep to play in.

but with lips lined with sea salt

and hair in a tangled breeze

i dived into your soul for

the waves of libido and passion

gushing through my lungs
is what’ll once again

teach me how to breathe

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