Spiced Swimming

As the ghost of reason 

tumbles from my lips

turning tricks with scents of ships

sailing poisonous, golden seas

I wish you would kiss the captain 

and dive, entwined with me

lungs bequeathed

to derelict, dismissible dawn

and swim to the bottom 

of uncommon decency. 

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