Sliding Glass

Water close like sliding glass
Over your head
And the bubbles that slipped from your lips
Were silver and sea-green
And your eyes were open
And it feels like velvet

I lost myself
In a fit of derange
With an ancient fist
I scraped her head
In place
And I couldn't move
I couldn't stand in one place

A cloud of silt surrounds you where you are
And the sky and clouds
Above you
Sway with the movement of water

I lost myself
In a fit of derange
With an ancient fist
I scraped her head
In place
And I couldn't move
I couldn't stand in one place