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, but releasing
In shallow ponds Within your palm There lies a mind, dissolving Not seeing, unfolding Not thinking, releasing Repeating, releasing Not breathing, not breathing Releasing, releasing Releasing