Whatchamacallit: XV

Floating through space comes easy.
Bass and mind and water.
When alligators swallow the milkyway they taste rain
and dusty bliss.
I walk the desert, my feet on the crocodiles back.
We switch gender, she loves me now.
Dark voices travel with us, a tribe of amphibian men.
The opposite of expectation lost it's riverbed.
We know now, how to rest in movement.