drowning
I am in your bed
my mind is
underwater
I am almost sleeping
you are bathing me
with your tongue
rendering me
all the senses
gently shriveling
when you hover
I do not feel you
pressing down, I feel only
a spilling
I must remember
this is someone’s desire
emptying, my skin
sticks to bone,
clutches its damp loss
I cannot breathe
in this
the light is smearing
Photo by Andras Kovacs on Unsplash
