Drown

....such cold warmth
air rising
I couldn't remember
the last thing I said to you.
My memories are melting
into waves--soft and
liquid
clouds floating murkily
above the blue...
the sky a wavy reflection
I think your hand is in mine
but my skin is slippery--
or was it you at all?
I've lost your face,
I cannot remember
why my fingers are so
transparent
or why there is seaweed
in my sky.....