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erotic art of drowning, homoerotic, poem, Poetry, sonnet, the sea
From down here the sea’s surface is the sky,
waves are clouds, seaweed marks where you got bored
and left me. I hate you — but I know why
you did all this when I fell overboard —
just to watch me drown. I am still drowning,
just as memory falls, stone through depths, sea
green to blue to black, as we did. Kissing
until your cold flesh robbed me. You robbed me.
I gave so easily — a heart that beats,
cum slush and stubborn flesh. I licked your gills.
Your cock was otherworldly. Who cheats
death cheats life. I need neither. Drowning thrills
but not as much as what you took: love, joy,
slam-bang blowjobs. Flesh from a living boy.