High Tide from Petite Deaths by Blood Lemon

Lift the blanket in the dark
Open to see the flash
of tiny blue static sparks
I can feel each hair, standing oh oh
Pulling at my skin away a shiver
Stubble, sweat, each breath
Climb our way to our wee, petite deaths
Your hand between my lips
Your head between the bang amd hum
Of heartbeats and my thighs

I’m breathing in
I’m breathing out
The high tide
I’m breathing in
I’m breathing out
The high tide
Out my insides
Out the high tide
Oh

A ticking time bomb in my throat
Stretched out floating on
The sounds of strain and pleasure
My fingers in your hair
Your fingers stretched like feathers
Gliding, rolling, gasping
Suspended in the night
I dreamed your voice crashed over the hills
And started the avalanche
And while the world came tumbling down
We started to swim it like a wave
And then we came to fly

I’m breathing in
I’m breathing out
The high tide
I’m breathing in
I’m breathing out
The high tide
Out my insides
Out the high tide
Oh

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