They have done this before, the two lovers,
each believing the other is drowning –
parting their lips as the salt water covers
they smile at the precision of their timing.
There is a simplicity in the bound hands:
the skin’s shudder, the bubbles on blue lips
which rise like tiny unheard songs, the strands
of weightless hair which billow and collapse.
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