Are you alive?
Tendrils tickle the surface
And billows
Bloom from the core,
Ribboning thinner than
      those things which breach
      seawalls,
Seeping impermeable
To flirt with all sides of this vessel.

I saw in him the beauty
The same as I saw the beauty of
      suffused ink, mingling
In delicate patterns of fluidity and filament.
His release quivers momentarily,
Hung in fluid stillness, and
Flushed with a desire to saturate.

In saturation, one may think it
Possible to be falling
Up through a falling surge.

We two coalesce at the bottom.