Let’s go skin diving
in the pool of our desires—
where the water is thick with longing,
and the lifeguards are off duty
because no one ever drowns in a thirst
they’re too afraid to quench.

I’ll start by peeling back the layers
of every "I'm fine" I’ve ever told you—
because truth is, my fine
has more cracks than porcelain dropped
on a kitchen floor
where we argued over nothing
but meant everything.

You—
you bring storms to my surface
like the moon pulls tides,
and I don’t even know how to swim—
but I’d drown gladly
in the waves of your laughter.
Dive headfirst into the depths of your sighs, ...