Something Like Me and You

I want us to swim, In our new bodies, Which buttress our boney disproportion. I want the fish to be enticed, By our old skins Which serve as useless armour to this world. I want the cold to be unrelenting, To our restless hearts, Which beat inaptness into our beings. I want the water to cleansing Towards our tomblike wombs Which welcome love but reject life. I want the tides to be shifting, Until our spineless existence Take the form of something solid, Something soft. Of something like me and You.