Ebbing

Under sulfur skies, the drunken tides Will pull us in Unfolding, but not breathing Upon your breast, I'll rest my head In laziness Gestating, just dreaming But not breathing My swallowed tongue, my wounded dove Your eyes are mine Occluding, we're sinking Just drifting, not breathing Releasing In shallow ponds, within your palm There lies a mind Dissolving, not seeing Unfolding, not thinking Releasing, not breathing