SWIMMING ALWAYS DOWNWARD
Gripping,
Sinking your hooks in
I am dragged
So fast that you tear me from my own skin.
And I plunge with you into these depths
That you keep
Hidden
Behind a million mile an hour stretch of renavigated conversations;
Verbal missiles and dismissals.
You cannot self-deprecate your way out of this because your arms-length distance is a lie;
Not warding, but reaching.
Each time I think we’ve reached the bottom
The grin in your wild eyes
Turns me around to see another chasm yawning at my heels.
You sit and you stitch me tighter into the canvas
For my impromptu
Burial at sea -
Then push.
I go swimming always downward into the black
Like tumbling into a well
And I have no desire to see the surface again…
And I have no desire to see the surface again…
… not when I can lie at the bottom
and look up at a multitude
of stars.
of stars.
© mjc 12 August 2017
