Distant to guilt

Yours swims the ocean like neon fish
Among the corals
Now and then resting
On the silence
Only my eyes see

My language is kept in this box
Placed in clear sight,
It dives into the coursing veins
That carry the heaviest throbs
And seal my lips

Yours swirls and winds, yawing its way
Through uncharted passages with walls
Of faint desire
Impressed with carved runes
Making my yearning visible

Reclaiming each day anew
We drown dreaming, downing
This liquid feeling, filling
Out the holes in vessels
Containing our separate frames