Swallow the heartbeat

cloud of blue mind
you float
in the bobbing bottle
of longing being,
half submerged
in the dark water’s past, amass
in the symmetry of what you see;
the glass echo of hollow whispers
alive in the tunnel
of an imperfect moon,
the dream navel’s
revel
a calm chaos
of nakedness
dappling
in water’s silent
phosphorescence

piece back together
in the cresting mosaic
of lost reflection, the embrace
In which to hold the depth of the sky