little blue flowers

petals showering

water is rebirth
again and again
that's why she takes such long showers
hoping to cleanse the feel of fingertips
from her skin like permanent brands
it's a shame such skin
could still feel the stinging memory
despite the years passing
it's a damn shame.

water is his salvation
again and again
that's why he holds his breath longer
than he should in pretty pearl bathtubs
underneath he can't feel the weight
funny how weightlessness makes every
murmur of youth escape his body
funny how he does it to make up for
time spent wasted while he waits
patiently to be laid in the ground
it's really fucking funny.

water is their bond
again and again
she drowned, he lived, the rest sing
whispering their apologies like it means
something more than this hollowness
he feels without her here
he spread her ashes in the ocean
where they swam as indestructible lovers
and where their children learned
love has no boundaries, only setbacks
he sobbed for the first and last time
a minute later joining her
bonded again.

but when I feel water
again and again
in showers bathtubs oceans
I feel the warmth and coldness I felt
a lifetime or two ago
when it made sense to sink and drown
and sink and drown
and sink and drown
again and again
endlessly
it made sense
so why doesn't it now?

water means something to everyone
step into my sodden shoes and notice
how dry they are
stiff-backed I'll wade through this water
cleansed abused misunderstood denied
at last a singing lily with the face of
Aphrodite herself
I'd laugh if I wasn't so fucking funny
and you weren't a liar
still sinking and drowning
sinking and drowning.

I'll throw moons and stones at you
while the water rises around me
and you stand like a lost duckling
on the dry shore
sinking and drowning
sinking and drowning.

sink and drown with me.