caverns;
a movement underwater.

in my perfect world
we would drill the ground,
and make passageways underneath.

we would be syndicates,
you and i.

an institution that disapproves
of the exaggerated sense of one’s
own importance.

so we build tunnels
to infinite and complex depths of water underneath
a masterpiece of interconnected caverns
painted with anonymous colors.

from bewitching violets
to explosive orgasmic spine-tingling toe-curling blues
and finally,
(your chest sets ablaze—
you are diving so very deep)
and finally
(but everything is so still)
to post-coital
sea foam greens.

and at the seemingly infinite bottom, darling
your eyes shining like the death of a billion stars
there would have been no way
your soul wouldn’t leave a trace on the earth.

there would have been no way
the world would look
as magnificent as it did.

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