Confluence of two bodies
slide into each other, over
pebbles and seaweed streams,
massage continental drifts
and politely remove all towels
My thumbs into your neck
fingers wrestle shoulders
lie still and let the oils
drown lungs of your groin
Let me be the architect
of your aquatic heart
mortar can be an explosion too,
turn you over tender
swim inside the last cave before shore
where divers rest to read love poems
Tell the snorkel police
there is a man gasping for breath
Drag the river
pour any colours you
find into my eyes,
let me see only blue and you
How silently buttons can open
quiet strips of quill pushing ink
into sea-sky between thighs







