like sinking ships

depth ain't supposed to be so quick
like sinking ships, bottomless pits, the sea don't get no deeper than this
blame my remiss
to write an ode, a poem, for a man's lips

what the thought is
is quite obvious
i thought i could reconcile a flaw that's flawless

and i'm supposed to feel bad, but i guess i don't
i gotta slim skeleton like wooden bones
and skin like sails on a pirate ship
or algae clinging to the masts i fixed
i resist
the way my lips push into yours like bike pedals
and muscles stretch tighter than they would for gold medals
the way you break my skin like it was rose petals
underneath the crush of flesh, all my blood settles

and after all the rush of cells, it ebbs away
and i watch the red rush out my face
i can feel the pulse that's keeping me awake
and even though i can't see it, i know you've staked your claim.