She is my pond
I drown
her innocuous waters
I drown
leagues infinite bottom
I drown
and never die
her waters are hands of mothers
her currents womblike sighs
I drown
songs that swim like free fish
my pond
the place where I dissolve
like a borderless ripple
she is my pond
where I drown
ineffably
in an entropy of love.
Beyond Language 
this is mesmerizing. i like this a lot, something fresh from the mind. and inspiring read. i like the image of the woman and the pond. subtle expressions of ecstasy.
I like this; it doesn’t seem nihilistic, more primitivistic and with death aesthetics – that sense of self-dissolution and drowning at the bottom of all pleasure. The reference to pre-natal life; always the other side of an emancipatory – therefore affirming – impulse. “her waters are hands of mothers her currents womblike sighs” – very ancient, pre-Socratic sense of self – think appeals to a very ancient way of experiencing the world which your lucky to be connected with. Its interesting stuff.
Nice.
“I drown
and never die”
How inviting, this drowning.
“songs that swim like free fish
my pond
the place where I dissolve
like a borderless ripple
she is my pond”
Seems you find yourself in the abyss of love. Oh love. How it makes the emotions burst, seeping, oozing out of our veins.
But…
know that it is more than emotions or ecstasy. It too is a choice.