Sinking for you

I stand in the corner, nervously,

you undress me, thirstily.

From my cup you wish to drink

yet it is I who dives to the bottom,

and sinks.

Your hands have barely touched my skin

and I’ve already fallen,

so deeply in.

As I’ve submitted my all to you,

I must not swim,

so I drown for you.

Your lips could save me with the slightest touch.

Instead you watch me suffocate,

and I do it,

for us.

(Larna Bobby Lou)