The water crashing upon the lobes from which I am blessed
Sinking lower almost out of breath.
As time becomes concrete
Life flashes as the soul slowly creeps.
He jumps or he stands as the love he has sinks down
Into the blue depths of fluid where her soul outstreches like a ball gown.
Hearts beating to the rhythm of a pendulum
Grasping her waist almost out of Adrenaline
It’s. Not. The. End.