I dive into deep, still water.
I make no sound,
not a single ripple on the surface.
There are no bubbles,
no pockets of air,
but I do not struggle.
I float in your essence;
heart and thought drift away
with familiar quietude.
Forever I remain
blissfully unaware that I
cannot swim.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I dive into deep, still water.
I make no sound,
not a single ripple on the surface.
There are no bubbles,
no pockets of air,
but I do not struggle.
I float in your essence;
heart and thought drift away
with familiar quietude.
Forever I remain
blissfully unaware that I
cannot swim.
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