sleep swallow me

Here beneath the surface,
thick with plants
gathered globular and viscous,
we float,
boundless, porous and succulent.

Fingers drip down leaves, 
bodies absorb one another,
dissolve and scatter,
flickering in the half light.

Water rushes between our mouths
and fronds wind themselves around tongues
as we shape shift,
in the dense, vibrating silence.

Melting into the soft, wet earth
we push up towards sunlight
soaked and wriggling

Limbs stretch, entangled,
dancing slowly through the thick air
that gently pushes us
one into the other

Breath condenses and settles heavy on our skin
and we roll backwards
spilling back softly into the earth