Sink

We die until the day we're born again into open bloodied heart, mixed up broken part, loveless and lurking after muddied art. You paint me puddles in the ground with your lips your tongue your sounds. Sinking over and over and over again. Sinking over and over again. A kitchen sink, nothing to drink. Dry and try and oh my oh my. Dry and try. Dying day in and out day in and out, in and out. Day in. Day out until we're born again into open bloodied heart, mixed up broken part, loveless and lurking after muddied art.