The Nub - Swans

Floating, floating

I’m happy to be floating

I’m naked, I’m drifting

In black milk that I’m drinking

I’m licking, I’m sucking

White nipples, while sinking

Oh sweet light, oh mind krill

This throat jerks, this belly fills

Not thinking, gently streaming

I’m dreaming while feeding

I’m sinking, I’m sifting

I’m calling, freely leaking

I’m weeping, I’m seeping

I’m cleaving, while leaching

My disgorger, my forger

We swim in your ordure

Bring bells of bright silver

Bring pillars of glitter

White horses, they’re screaming

They’re echoes, receding

Floating, falling

The angels are calling