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