Sunset with You Whom I Have Drowned

want to find a strand
thats shimmered in dew.
I want to lay us there
under pinks and yellows
and blues.


Hold out hand, Take hand in.
Grant me thy wine,
a plain and simple sin.

Kiss thy cheek, Hold thy neck,
Run my fingers
round and round our wreck.

"My longing for you- exceeds the pain I've planted."
(underground) the roots send shoots of green
with red complimented.

We wait we watch we drip our saliva raw,
from words we have spoken to those we have thought,
and soon as the sun shines onto our silhouettes again,
I give you this promise with witness Ocean.