drinking your lips
& suffocating on the excess.
this is the only way I understand
how to breathe.
I let your showers fall around me
thinking I’m in control.
they pour and pour hard
however, it’s not long in a hurricane
do you wait looking for the eyes
and oh, how yours are beautiful.
"you’re nothing without me"
this is what I thought.
reality is,
you’re the moving rivers
colliding into the ocean,
and I’m just a damp dessert
stuck in one location.
this is a niche way to live.
