before i drown,
let me swim
through a room
full of
teasing
wanting
glistening
loose bodies.
let me see
the ripple of glitter
ebbing
under the disco ball.
let me taste
the salt
dripping down her neck,
leaning back so i
feel her vibrate
in time to the bass,
the certain tide.
chappell’s voice
flowing through my chest,
pulsing with the current,
guiding the path
of my limbs.
with a last hitch
of my breath,
i let go of gravity.
i let go of grounding.
let me gasp
for air
one last time.
breathe in
through the lips of a girl
who makes me feel
like i can grow gills.
i can move
with the water.