Still the sun. You already knew I would not breathe in the night. Metallic taste, like choking on spare.
Lying on the storm, field of dreams and stars. The rumble of your hand in my hear pounds heavily, like a second pulse in my hear, slowly covering the life, the first.
I wish to say goodbye. This is not it. This is a gurgle, a few bubbles joining the surface, the bath overflowing.
This is me, getting help.
This is me, holding my head above water. This is how I found you finding me.
In the lake which holds my heart, like an enchanted stone. My chest crushed by the mere weight of another sun.