in the bilge water
Drag you down with me into the gutter day, slick swim, a drowning man's clothes, weighed down by the wreckage of heat and sheets, we will suffocate in the chambers and temples like we weren't supposed to be here. Yet.
Salt sting in your eyes, rivers down your forehead, your neck, drip dripping, slide slick, trembling with the slow crawl, we are belly beasts and mouths that swallow their swallows.
The lurch of the bed. Waves break and put themselves together again. Hurt and lick fight in the bilge water. I press back, one hand on your wide chest. Brand you in the swelter. Then push you under.
Salt sting in your eyes, rivers down your forehead, your neck, drip dripping, slide slick, trembling with the slow crawl, we are belly beasts and mouths that swallow their swallows.
The lurch of the bed. Waves break and put themselves together again. Hurt and lick fight in the bilge water. I press back, one hand on your wide chest. Brand you in the swelter. Then push you under.
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