I lay things in the deep
I’ll lead you to the pool
Undress you for your somber dive
Bid you prayers and warnings
Love on my breath, our lips
And you dip beneath the stillness
You’ll see me, I think
Parts I’ve never shown
Places in the deep
You’ll swim down and see them
Raise a light to the drowned ruins
Read the writing in dead tongues
And you’ll surface
Wipe the wet from your face
Tell me what you’ve seen I whisper
And you’ll smile at me
Beauty
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