Love Oceanic.

I write poems in my head and forget the words
I forget about submersion and subversion
I forget about my gills,
All of my, "will you live me still?"s.

I do know that I want to be deeply under the sea
Far from the people and usage of trees;
To absorb the water into my skin
To swim with the fishes without any end.

Could you handle this depth?
Far below our familiar paces.
Under the bridges and swift passing faces.
We could slow us down, float in this viscosity,
But please promise to never slip away from me.

If you like it more sweet, we can skip the seas.
We could run to the river with just as much ease.
Bare with me, please, if I can't stand the pollution.
I may escape once more,
For sludge is the worst retribution.

So hold your breath,
Because I am now going in.
Watch me sink, sink, sink
Never to return again.
(unless you will come with, my friend)