Sliktor

Breathe in. Heart beating faster Tightening in my chest Breathe out. Take a rest Unsettling the sand Creating space between the grains Tussled in the undergrowth Curls and curves Thighs lay flat Open plains Taking in your air And your skin And your tension Under my lips Damp in the sheets And in your bright eyes Sparking with a current Running through our limbs pulsating like waves Across the ocean Hand on your chest Sinking Resettling The current is invisible lines in a river Flowing, heavy and constant Holding on to a rising tether as we rise higher as we grow shyer The drop is building But we're masochists Waiting for our fall We float our way down Lightly Giving each other oxygen So we don't drown As the floods come

Taking a few steps forward on this final beach Toes and souls in cold water Frozen features and a shock contrast Until the rest of you acclimatizes and shifts the weight from your shoulders I, still on the sand, have nothing physical To pin the change on And must only accustom myself by the quietening of the conversation with you Or the sense of absence by my side I call after you as you change, remind you that I'm still here That I can still hear You can't though, submerging in the sea And reading my lips Until you're under And I'm alone Our last journey together A journey apart