Sometimes
when I slip...

On a stormy Sunday,
when I'm eating chocolate kisses...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

In the dark sometimes I know I can
catch you with my eyes closed and a brain...

So much depends
upon...

Is lithe and small
And not really...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...

There was only heaven and the sea,
and a brief wind among the stars...

Rise, then fall
surge and flame...

When does it become too
late to want...

I am drowning
in the tidal waves I've swallowed...

...a maelstrom
curses...