Turning to Silt

I never thought I'd wonder

how it would feel to touch your face

but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles

in my hair. I never thought 

your eyes would be anything but blue,

but now they look like swimming holes, 

deep and wide and darkened

by pebbles and pond scum.

I'll dive and become

a bottom-dweller, drown

in the swamp of your sight.