quicksand

[whereismolly]

momentary glances

warn us to get out

your fingertips on my hips

tredding, dream-like states

but already one step in

too far

we will not succumb

instead, satiate

where do you come off

getting me so pulled in?

you have pulled me under

and i have stretched my melting mind

getaway tactics

you are insurmountable

and i am sinking further

consumed

this is the death of me

i find that sometimes you have to die a few times

before you can be alive

i ache
ACHE

i think i already love you.

have i been deceived into your swiftly, sinking surface?

i think i will have to find out.

i wouldn't trade this for anything.