Drowning

We have broken the ice,
And what remains to be seen
Is how far we will fall.
The instant and overwhelming rush,
Gravity's cold slap to the face
Followed by a sweet embrace,
Drunk, of course,
Me torn between sinking and
Floating in emotions
And confusions
And everyone else's business,
It surprises us,
And I can't tell in the dark
If those glistening blue eyes
Are the oceans or the skies.