I'm breathing with my tongue, now: boarding crimson's ship
deeper than mere body reach your words dive to probe
invoking wet Anael to flood such levied lips

to feel us as fish, my scales wink and flip
while slick against your balmy dorsal's coral crusted caves
I'm breathing with my tongue, now: boarding crimson's ship

when sailors do rise jealous, you laugh and your eyes dip
none else can navagate the gray with ribbons of blue flame while
invoking wet Anael to flood such levied lips

shore hands on bitten ankles tear shells and let tides rip
beneath respective baying conch (our suspicion's patriarch embrace) but
I'm breathing with my tongue, now: boarding crimson's ship

should seagulls shriek to bottle you, reduced to waning drip
sand ostritch faces fail your bright jugular's call
invoking wet Anael to flood such levied lips

so mind you, when dry distance evaporates my grip
water is but bondaged air, and air can only burn
I'm breathing with my tongue, now: boarding crimson's ship
invoking wet Anael to flood through such levied lips

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