I recall a show about diving
this couple
breathless and deep
would go together
into the liquid twilight
trusting
the pressure
the quiet
emptying their lungs
in the abyss
twinkly little bubble streams winding around another's forehead
eventually death felt near
and burned
and lied
and nothing
made sense
and they knew this
going in …
but the ecstasy of breaking
the surface together again beckoned above
promising a salty, wet lighting bolt rebirth of shocking
embodiment, overwhelming love and flooding oxygen
all in one moment.
Lovers across all time and space have ached to die in each other's embrace.
Yet
these are the only ones I know of
who have discovered how to be born together.
