Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my ever after. And then you came. Pelting my world. Hurtling across like a comet in my stretching blue sky. You bring the change, flowing through like a weather system. Flourishing my eyes open like a new season. Calling sub-oceanic flowers to bloom within me. Aquatic forest pines that reach up to touch the surface. To reach and touch your face. My hands branch to catch the light you dazzle. A sudden rush you instill within me like heroin bubbles in my blood. Coming up too soon, bending my compression that has kept my heart safe. Heading for the bends. I’m a fish not born to fly with you. High where the birds and angels soar. Hidden in these depths for reasons. For sins that keep me drowned. Now it rains under water, puddling the pool of the sea that parts us. And I drift in the stream of sorrow. Knowing that the rain on the surface, is really your tears.
Walking down to the beach, I’ll see you standing there, bother you, and tug on that beard. I’ll knock you down, roll around with you through the waves and land on top. You’ll have the sand between your hairs, our bodies soaking wet, while watching the sand melt away beneath us. It’ll melt the distance between us, it’ll melt the silence held within while we watch the waves in unison. Daydreaming for hours because we know the waves will never stop. And maybe, just maybe, we hope to be like those waves: with ceaseless power, flowing carelessly.