Ebbing Swans

[Verse 1]
Under sulfur skies
The drunken tides will pull us in
Unfolding, but not breathing

[Verse 2]
Upon your breast
I’ll rest my head, in laziness
Gestating, just dreaming
But not breathing

[Verse 3]
My swallowed tongue
My wounded dove
Your eyes are mine
Occluding, we’re sinking
Just drifting, not breathing
Releasing

[Verse 4]
In shallow ponds
Within your palm
There lies a mind
Dissolving, not seeing
Unfolding, not thinking
Releasing, not breathing