Liquid Epistle

Let us swim underwater, letting water
           be the medium through which we divine
                     the swimmid kiss of our breath-held skins,
                       aqueous and ultra-sensate.

Let the skein of water, swelling, enreeling,
      lure each into the other's dream,
            from whence we fish emerge to devour
           one the other

  on some fernid, Devonian beach.