Poem #3: What it is to drown

Bomb shelter ambiguities
Blue blanket tunnels
Lead me here again
To you
With bulletproof eyes
Blue like maelstrom
Or were they brown-
Warm and cappuccino
Is it you
Pulling me under
With blue whirlpool eyes
And tempest soul
Down into blue blanket tunnels
I drown willingly

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