you are my vessel
meant
for drowning
i fill you with
the way your leg looks
hooked over the edge of the tub
the droplets that gather
in concave and curve
tiny mirrors shaped
by your breasts
until
the weight of my regard
tips you over
you are my vessel
meant
for drowning
i fill you with
the way your leg looks
hooked over the edge of the tub
the droplets that gather
in concave and curve
tiny mirrors shaped
by your breasts
until
the weight of my regard
tips you over