my body feels like the darkest part of the ocean. take me back to the surface and unwind the chills. there is an achor on top of my back and i am walking on lit coals. my brain is dead and i feel quarantined.
there are planes in my stomach and trains in my head. i want to tackle you with kisses and give you raspberries. i don’t know you. you make me exhilarated.
sit in the bathtub with me until our bodies turn into paper mache. conversing with warm smiles and tired eyes you make me laugh and you make me cry. you are the ocean and i'm good at drowning so if i seem distant i'm only afraid.