Drowning
I cannot dip back
into the pools of my sorrows.
It dries from my skin,
Until every blonde arm hair
Stands tall with forgetfulness
Neither can I dive in to save you.
Your grasping arms will never reach me.
Your drowning appears nonsensical,
since I cannot differentiate water and air.
I only see dancing.
Pouring
The sky lets out one of her sighs. We walked in her
sticky bundled up sorrows all morning,
waiting for the weep.
Her humid mourning wraps around my dense body, soaking
into my eyes and my veins.
I swim through the air for my next breath
Here comes the downpour. My, my is it beautiful this time.
Her tears feel like swimming up from the depths
with your lungs
pulling you faster, faster,
then you drown in the air.
I can hear her tears calling to me and the atmosphere breaths
“Your turn.”