Waterdance.

Down
Where the pale river's tight
Yet the shore is left lost
Down
'Tween the banks of release
Where the waterfall drips
Down the tips of your limbs
Down
Down where the flow deepens
Where the drowning is sweet
Where to sink is to offer
Down, one last sip of the wetness
Down, let the moist know your pain
One last call to the bloodlands
One last call to the mammal in trance
Down to the bottom
Down to the last
To the end of the holding of breaths
Down under the surface of skin
Down where the scars lose their names
For one last reach for refuge
Under the dry knowledge of the wind.