It Seems This Way

It seems this way.
Through the various liquids every where, that we are taxing our bodies with our constant exchange. Poor things not quite capable of taking on more than a liter of wine. No, not on top of bellies swelling with pools of tears, saliva and cum, each from their own origin of love.
Then
swimming down through our inner seas
are the limitless reflections of our eyes, yours in mine, mine in yours and back again,
Deeper than the surface holding our long brown hairs crocheted together,
Bouncing past the buoys and their red flags marking where we climbed a tree, rode a train, paddled the bayou, danced for a while.
Weaving in between sounds and images we've given the other to make real how unworldly it is. So there should be no surprise when something unnecessary falls out; that the leaner of our words manage to suddenly free themselves or the thoughts which were never docked drift into sight.
Something black rising between us longs for a kiss goodbye, to give way to the rising good.We are so full, you and I
For that we must welcome and bid farewell the less weighty notions and worries as they make their way to the exterior.It seems this way.
That we are finite, but the ocean we carry is ever shoreless.