Pisces

Each time we meet

you fill me.

Blood

Mouth

Cunt

You rush over me

with ease, pulling me under.

Smoothing out all of my rough edges,

even the ones I so very much want to keep.

Without warning you cover me.

Cooing aged tales of times before,

 Stories of lovers set adrift like sunken ships.

Baby blue,

I am once again lost at sea.

Forever to be a silver ship,

drowning in your deep waters.

Baby blue, 
I drink you down,

 a sweet elixir.

Each sip I take , knowing

 that this embrace is a sickness, 
as misunderstood as love 
or adolescence.

With full knowledge
 I realize that I may never fully recover,
slowly slipping
I breathe you in and wait to hit bottom.