Flat Blue Sheets

I come to life when you touch me
fluent and continuous.

You’ve unzipped my lips and tossed them to the side.
I’ve never fallen and been caught so freely.

I’ve never paid attention to how flat the world really was
a jagged peninsula eloped in the ocean’s embrace,
curved in explosion.

Sometimes, it feels like I am drowning.

I’ve never paid attention to how flat the world really is
chipped off, covered by you,
falling deeper into you.