In the depths of the ocean
we have walked in to
I fill my hands with sea water
and hold them out to you
a salt drink, bringing forth salt tears
and in that, a thirst that I
could not ease
a force of nature I could not
contain
we abstain, from kissing with eyes closed
we have memorised the valleys of our flesh, translated
them into Braille beneath our fingertips
to be read in the dark and it is
dark now
your back arched like a cat, sensing danger
strangers, up to their necks, treading water
and wondering if it would really be so bad
to drown