My fingertips have disappeared --
I am drowning in you.
The water encompasses my entire
being, layering itself against the numbness
of my skin: I don't feel a thing.
The beating buoyancy attempts to keep me afloat,
yet this band of molecules wants to sink further
until it cracks and loses itself.
The rocks agree.
I have split wide open, the ions rushing through
the rifts between the bonds, searching, searching:
they've fully dissociated now, each one isolated
from the others and attached onto
the rest of you; they feel you.
(Do you feel them too?)
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