Sink

Sink

Everybody is light
as feather, walks

in the air as sweet

perfume.

Only one anchor sinks

to pull me under knees breathless,

turn the world all blue, blurry.

Glittering dust twirling

is your words fluttering

like dreams. I hear drums

bubbles play, from 

my lips.

P.S.: Not "wild" enough, too "safe", if you know what I mean.