Deep End

The words get stuck
Caught in my throat
The way the pool water will
When it goes down the wrong pipe
And it burns.
Love is not the breath of air
It is the feeling of the weight
Of all the water
When you hold yourself down
On the floor of the deep end
And the last bit of air
Filling up your bursting lungs
Is all you have left of yourself.
I want to dry out in the sun
Until the words evaporate
And fade away.