Drowning - Hubert Kah

We’re lost forever in the arctic snow

And now we can’t turn back

Our bodies frozen and the compass gone

But I don’t feel a thing

Touching lips on your warm, soft breast

And jasmine tea in June

And a fingertip inside your thigh

Now I need them so much

Under water

And they say dead fish can’t swim home

With no direction in a trap of ice

My hands are getting numb

And Mr. Frost has taken one last bite

It doesn’t worry me

Take me down to the garden shed

To feel your warm embrace

And I’ll be with you when the night comes down

No, I can’t forget

Under water

Under water