recurring love

what are you looking for. i am moving under cloud under air underwater and blind. to breathe it all in and be lean as bird wing. there is a train waiting to carry me farther from you. it is not the mystery of wetness that enthralls me but something deeper, darker, and hidden. the walls of the well i have swallowed are smoothed by pitch, and fortified. it is the place of touch and tenderness, of holding and steadfastness. i have turned into an egg to recuperate from your love grip. it is not death which divides us, it is something living. life.