Will you swim with me?
Abandon limbs for glinting tail,
slinky, sleek and sinewed fins
dive deep beneath our yellow sail,
flash of our scales caught,
as tinsel in pale moonlight.
Your pure nutrients of oxygen will sour
in oil welling waters,
like bitters, brackish in a gin nip,
giving barely a pins width
through which to sieve pure air.
Jaded bloom of warm breath spreads
like a luxuriant hot house flower
against each lead sealed mask.
That is how you will swim with me,
through froths of foaming seas.
Thickened mist, condensed cloud,
shrouding sight of the way home.