Sank into the black ink  
and bathed in the warmth of his skin
inebriated
&
willingly losing my breath.

My back burned red and
water filled my ears.

It was easy to drown the
sound of doubt
circling in the drain -    

Until it wasn’t

Until flesh turned cold
And my bones told
that it was time to go.  

Tears came but
they couldn’t heat me up.

As the tub emptied,
I sat shivering for a while
a chilly sting
lingering
on my chest.