Ebbing (Demo)

Under sulfur skies

The drunken tides will pull us in

Unfolding – but not breathing

Upon your breast

I’ll rest my head, in laziness

Gestating – just dreaming

But not breathing

My swallowed tongue

My wounded dove

Your eyes are mine, occluding

We’re sinking, just drifting

Not breathing, but releasing

In shallow ponds

Within your palm

There lies a mind, dissolving

Not seeing, unfolding

Not thinking, releasing

Repeating, releasing

Not breathing, not breathing

Releasing, releasing

Relеasing