poetry

hot and bothered by these wet dreams

i’m an onion beneath an iceberg
globally melting (bizarre
i too wonder what i’m doing here)

i’m tearfully waiting, hoping
you swim down and open these layers

i’m dreaming about the softness of your hands
of you touching me

here’s to hoping you can breathe underwater

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