wet swelling
your body growing
your mouth filling up
your lips open salty juice
my eyes sliding between hips
my eyes laughing
my lips hungry
dry waning

when I go down to you
I stand there
you go places
barely reflecting

when I go down to you
I see not you
I see not myself
I see my water

you look dry while Hull seeps into you
a smell so sticky
grooved in oil
arid and foul
turgid and jelly
I taste old sand between my toes

you are never yourself
you are always yourself
no self
breathing
indicating not to forsake



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