you yelled my name last night
and it was heavy and cobalt-black, like treacle
dripping from the tensely-strung cables above and between us.
i didn't want to turn around;
there is no backward.
but what else could i do?
and so i sank
into that hot, steaming, sticking mess with you,
but in trying to pull you out
i only entrapped my own limbs,
and two people drowning
can't help each other swim.
