You begged to go swim –
deeply, of the fish and ocean.
So slowly with the rising of the tide
we sank to our knees, dancing
for reasons of not, knowing.
We had a love house
flooded plains, hidden from
the fat eyed women and flat-capped men
who sat outside, beside their view of life
tongues, of debased woe.
Remember when they found us, seaweed
rolled – with hair a mess and features
Didn’t I say – we needed to rise
but instead, we kept on dancing
far beyond those fields of
golden, swaying daffodils…