languid and liquid are the lies in her eyes
deep blue oceans that belie their danger
he is pulled in, swept away
it doesn't matter that she's taken, doesn't matter that he is
he's taken with this moment, and she is the moment
the moment he welcomed the water in and stopped caring
if it stung; if he drowned
He embraced the whirlpool and mistook the undertow for
attraction
---written, tag team style, with
etouffee. Love ya, brothah!