On the surface,
these thoughts
as droplets
that suspend
and
evaporate.

Below,
the foaming tide
begins to swell.

Together
we sink
and
drown
in one dark
and deadly
breath.

Our tongues
are dancing
like waves at play.

It is happening,
it is happening again.

Our hands
are pressing,
firmly, every inch
of skin.

Every move leads
to  infinity,
to a sudden death.

And there is nothing
left to touch,
smell
or taste.

There is really
nothing left.