When I kiss her I feel like I’m drowning
The breath expelling from my lungs
Head ducking beneath the surface
Hands desperate to cling to something present and real

Her emerald eyes are beacons
Rising above the choppy waters
Signaling me to safety
Guiding my way to the shore

Her gaze tells me I’ll be safe there
Curled up inside the ship wreck of her ribcage
Breathing in her air
The salt stinging my tongue