one

you; the deep blue eyes of the ocean
swallowing me with your suction
slow seduction, beyond corruption
my fingertips touching the hairs
below your navel, i'm getting so lost
in this secret dark. but i am the
seabird; harbouring your thoughts,
spilling each morsel of flesh onto you,
your skin warmer than the
brightest day. swallow my lips inside
yours and slide ontop of me and
look up; we are seven years old again.
you are my loss of words. you are
my inability to fall back in love
with russian strangers, out of date
haircuts, blank spaces for hearts.
you; the eyes, aquamarine pools
bury your face into my chest and
whisper; i am not deserving of this