your voice
a stranded swimmer thrusting
glimpses of himself between
heaving waves, torrents of breath.
| my ears | ||||
| cliffs | on | which | the | |
| syll | a | bles | crash | |
| thun | der | ous | ly. | |
| o | g | o | d | |
your right arm
gravity, the undertow,
around me like a life belt you constrict.
I wring salt water from your lungs.