Piscivorus

I've been here before  
Another face among the kelp  
Cold on the surface  
No confessions, deluge-no help  
 
Stuck moaning like a masochist  
Grinning through my eyes  
Lips impassioned, by infection  
Prize of my obsession  
 
Spent eons in and out of this  
Assistance never arrived  
So we hide this, starving visage  
Preserved by poor perceptions  
 
We are turning a passage:
The caress of rain, transformation begun  
I will savor all I incur
Nothing can stop me if I'm drowning in words.