Deep sea will be the last place without borders. If they
have their way. Will never find. Or name. Most life. Here
has no eyes or ears.
& no pleasures they
claim. More men have floated. Through outer space. Than
four leagues beneath. They claim. Everything. Is their death
-trap. Exclusively. & tense. & sinking.
But we know ways beyond. Our
tunnels aquatic. Coming. Undone.
Oh wet & sweet. Vampire bunny.
They’ll never grasp. Hold or sour
on little bunny-powered. Nautilus. Tearing through blue
& luminous. & vamping. In bunny darkness. How bare skin
thirsts through neoprene. Is how you breathe me.
& freely. Is it possible. To explode without
moving? The lovely spite
of nitrogen. For oxygen.
& what building
pressure does to chemistry.
Altering what a body. Can
take. Breaking my neck without even. Biting. How little
they know us, my salty. Vampire bunny. & our dwelling
breathless. & unseen.
Entwining on ocean floor
where they think all there’s to suck
are rotting whale bones. & molten
core. Unreached. Is what presses
my neck. To your teeth. Without taking. Further & deftly.
What I could give, tightly. & at such. Depths. How we get
each other. To come. For. & Against.
We come. Without moving. We come
as the only thing
at the bottom of the sea.
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