Swim With Me

by Monica M. Reed

Our love is the broken sink,
with that dripping water.

When you sing to me,
my body tingles
from the sound
of the droplets against my back
as every word touches it.
You are the only voice that my ears
want to know, they play you
in the background whenever I dream.

I am submerged by how
you climb into my mouth
to tie my tongue in you,
as you roll all about inside.
You seep through my cheeks,
until they turn that shade of cherry red
that whispers words of its own.

When our eyes meet,
I fall back, become the water
the keeps dripping from the sink.