you’re a trickle
through my bloodstream
like a drop of oil
suspended in a bucket
of rusty water
the plasma is so heavy
you can’t rise
but you’re too buoyant
to sink properly
floating and leaving no trace
you’re a trickle
through my bloodstream
like a drop of oil
suspended in a bucket
of rusty water
the plasma is so heavy
you can’t rise
but you’re too buoyant
to sink properly