swimming

i can morph into

what it is you thought i was

or what you always wished i could be

tweaked into that doe eyed wanderer

stooged into thinking there is a permanent

warm red womb

what wrapped me

felt like a new i could keep forever

like every new we're clouded by

its intoxicating nature

like drunk plans in the evening

we're all just chasing that buzz

and most of the time we can't keep up

wake up in the light in a bed

at least

just not too sure what got you there

we could hold again like that

or we could

disappear and meet

underwater in the deep-end

this time

you wouldn't know this about me but

i am a really great swimmer

i will hold your head above water

and compress your chest if need be

i'll keep the O's moving

and we'll all hope for minor swelling

perpetually dreaming i am

pushing to be what i am not

the difference between us i think

is this

you think you already are what you wish

to be

and i know that

i am not

just yet

i can hope and wish for it

but really it seems to happen on its own

and i read something she said recently

weighted me in all its simplistic sopping glory

there's no need to focus

that when it comes for whatever reason (its good)

and to be thankful

and thats all you need to thrive

i don't need a god and

often i am prided i don't

but when i hear words combined only how

i wish i could

and her eyes behind

the sound that spilled them

i sure am glad that she's speaking them

and that i have her to

assure me