Drowning

I’ve wanted to drown in you.

I’ve wanted you and I have never loved you more than the day after next.

I have in fact loved you more within every day that passes by.

I think of you day and night; night and day.

I love drowning in you.

Your sweet sugar running down ripe fruit.

Your sword that pierces the flowers at a camera’s slow moving pace at love’s first sight.

I think of swimming into intoxicated, uncharted waters and as I gulp, and I swallow in the water whole and breathe your scent as I drown in you.

And I awake alone in some cold sweat.