Water
heavy
is the body on top of mine
thoughts tend to conjure up in spare moments
odd happenings such as this one
the water inside each one of us
has been separated to reach out and swim on figures
and trickle as sweat
sweat that has no scent from mixed in perfumes
or has been washed with desire
just water that has leaked
that should have stayed with in each of us
and not mixed
...but it has
the momentum of our mere connection
hurdled us into an obstacle
that we both already have taken
but
memory tends to want a dejavu
and now
finished with our confusion
I lay beneath a hull
that a new empty long ago
but
my water has covered you
and your water has seep into mine...
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