I.
this flow between us
it is the stretch of muscles
burning from the undertow
we dive
deeper
deeper
until we sift
through passed words
weeping pearls
II.
drifting along
dual moons dance
wavering
until
finally
they surrender
at the mouth
of passion
III.
you hang
from crystalline canopies
reflecting upon the water
the path
to our heart
upon this mirror
hearts do not shatter
they pulse
and ripple
placidly
before
sinking
they will never know
the finality
of broken
glass
IV.
with joy
my heart sinks
until
it is swept along
with the rush
of your
blood
flowing
like sands behind
glass
moonlight passes
through my heart
in the end
i am washed up
along your shore
where you receive me
to carve our names
on the driftwood
i am
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