You ask me not to plunge into you.
“I am shallow”, you proclaim
I wonder why that is the word you use
because I have already seen the still waters in you
and they have given you away.
Determined to prove your allegations wrong
I plunge anyway, repressing the fear that has now reached my gullet,
the fear that I cannot swim.
There is a clog in my windpipe
and I cannot breathe
but that’s okay, I realise
because I am drowning
and if it was that you were shallow
The waves in you are enraged you say,
somebody has made it through to you,
but why then can I taste angst instead
in the salty current you throw at me.
You try to throw me to the shore
with all the vigour in you
and in the process you shatter me.
Pieces of my being fall to your bed
and smile, but you fail to realise
I’ve not left yet.
I fall onto your bed and I bury myself
into a luxury you wouldn’t give me
the luxury of a forever
You are baffled because you cant uproot me
through all that, in you, I buried deep
I breathe a sigh of relief
for love sprouts through the pieces of me