we lay beneath black sea sky
and I close my eyes, ready for it to swallow me whole
your fingers brush my side like an ocean of stars
and I feel them dying before they even got a chance to live
and I hear your breaths like they are waves,
ragged,
uneven,
heaving,
slow,
and half of me hopes you are contemplating the same
blank page reality I am, and half of me hopes
you're contemplating the ocean in me that could
maybe swallow you whole.