Submerged

sculpture by Jason deClares Taylor

submerged

We lie fixed, dark.
Waves of light butterfly
our bellies, alter our shape.

Tightly wrapped whispers,
exhaled messages in bottles
rise, burst the surface.

The ocean is solid with us.
It can be walked or even driven,
since we inhabit a mutual sea.

Glass-bottom tourists watch,
amazed by our symbiotic art,
having never seen love so deep.



tess kinkaid

January 2012

Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
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