Drown (Paradigm)

Perched on seagull sills I watch you,

down below fingering thick waters–

trying to stay afloat.


Your hair shifts paradigms, shapes,

as you inhale, goddess breath–

intake fish heartbeats,


sailboat semen–

still, I watch you,

my eyes like craters in the nighttime fog.


Greedy, oceanic fingers undress you,

with each turn of the wave–

your once hushed body secrets become my own.


Chills run poison across your lips,

a home for hypothermia–

at least, its likeness.


Your skin crouches and tightens,

and you grow blue–

grow bored drowning there,

dying with the temperature–

as I watch nighttime fade,

and walk away.

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