Love-notes from the Bermuda Triangle

out here,
where skin wraps itself
around bones
and beating veins
like a noose;

out here,
where the lungs inhale
with a slow
caution
and claustrophobia;

out here,
where water
wears its weights
and struggle
is a shirt
clinging to the chest;

there is blood in the water

and things
are only going to get
crowded