hmmm

dreaming again of distant shores that seemed close enough to taste,
but the salt was just the sweat coming from the backs of our labors.
if we dig deep enough, eventually the ocean will fall in and engulf us in watery embrace.

but were we to wait to drown we would miss out on the bubbles
holding our heads under the bathwater
letting us fall to the bottom so clean is this way to die
the skin turns a lovely shade of white
softens hard edges as they fill with water
the salt gets in your eyes
and you don't cry
because it loves you.