
We lay there for some time, your head against my chest, Distinct stillness. I could barely strain my eyes to see the end of you, you were too heavy. I instead focused on the sky, on the part where it touched the earth. We lay for so long a depression had formed in my mattress box spring. and the side of your skull pushing into my sternum was no longer comforting As your temple would slice through my ribcage Your bones would pass through mine in a swift slow push beating me into the ground the dullness of the back of your skull made me think of stone tools and tent pegs then the rain came and stirred the soil filling in our pit Covering up my view of the sometimes red sometimes purple sky (I resent it for this) Silt settles at the corner of my eyelids the vitreous humour solidifies Fish kisses make up for your lack of affections I watch your skin start to prune As our bodies seep a grey halo into the water The water is still and your hands and arms started to fill the cavity where my lungs were spreading out your claws making yourself at home a morning stretch The sediment packed us in tighter Pushing us underground Wringing out our waterlogged bodies Watching the black drips pass from your lip to the hole in my neck Regurgitating it's slickness coating my insides my bones are made of soft chewy things melted toffee maoam bars glue stringy and impossible I am easily pushed your persitance rearranges my atoms I would appreciate it if you stopped down this far I can hear the earths hum And feel it rounding the corner at the edge of the crust when time stretches out And splays its fingers I could do the same