The deep and a voice and it's
comforting and full and I am healthy and
I am whole under the clear. Bound
hands, and sinking
torsos, visible moles and ignored
wrinkles. Nothing existing beneath
your current except a chest
and it's beat. Keep it
close to mine. Let out more air, gasp
no more, together
we drown. Ribbon tied hearts,
ensure we
remain, joined.