arching magnificently into air
I swim my being
between bliss and necessity
calling
whistling
clicking
spouting
through sea-foam corridors...
even as I disappear
our wordless dialect
orients informs and connects
enter the silence now
and listen
this is what we know:
water and breath are the media of ecstasy
salt water is the permissive plasma on which all feeling flows
our calls echo your love cries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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