Dripping

I'm perfectly fine, being the sunken silt,
Smokey and dripping..

I love,
To drip...

I..
Put you down. I do.
It's too deep. Too stupid. Lost already. Not ready.


Your face, is so Antler-Lost..
So struck.

And I could move into you, I know...
Soak into your roots,
And let your mystical woodland features,
Take over the parts of me,
That were lost
Long ago.

Dripping.
Into you.
I see black goo,
And red-blood,
And purple wine,
And water clear-blue..
Dripping into you:

The All
Of me