We share this: a love for what is submerged;
refracted from surface, dense with shadows.
A place were skin always remains cool. Where
light pours and shimmers like liquid. Where sound
holds its fat tongue. Underwater, all is
bearble. The bodies strange mechanics:
lungs, muscle, heart. All become mad
for air but can be quieted by knife-
like precision of streamline, the movement
of the body forward not by force, by
becoming a part of what surrounds.
If I could give you anything it would
be this: another submerged life. Somewhere
to slip into. Somewhere to emerge
from into the shimmer liquid light.
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