(Drown me slow) Narrow corridor of cobalt dusk Breath like a moth on a jar of musk You hum a promise under your tongue I taste the tide and come undone You draw a circle on my collarbone Salt in your palms, crown me unknown We keep our vows inside a borrowed hush Bite into fruits that taste like rust Two shadows trade their daylight names Cross their wrists, rewrite the veins Call it gentle while the shoreline’s bending Say it’s pure as the street keeps lurching If care is clean, why’s the air taste iron Kiss the siren, teach me to drown slow Candles hiss like wet serpents Teeth of rain stitching the distance We count the seams and call it peace You bless my pulse with a silver thorn Stay you murmur, and the night is sworn I wear your season like a patient bruise Sweet rot blooming where we choose In a cedar chest, suits of storm Pick your weather, change your form Call it honest while the streets keep heaving Name it holy though the saints are leaving If this is safe, why do lungs taste iron? Bite the rain, crown me with the swarm (Drown me slow) I am the padlock and the stolen key Saints of asphalt kneel to me We sip from bruises like midnight bread Swear it’s mercy while we’re fed Call it shelter as the halls keep shifting Call it ours while the floor keeps drifting If this is sane, why do clocks misfire Hush the mirror, rock the feral child (Maybe I'm the mouth that named you first) (Drown me slow) The salt cathedral folds its pews to bone The ebb retreats, leaves one shoe alone If I'm the storm that wears your face Let me go quiet, erase (Sink with me) I'm the tide Drag me under Make me your home Take what you own