underwater playground

when they find our tongues,
i hope they hear us laughing.
i take my water body
& sink as deep as a stone.
in the shower, i trace a ladder
down your back. 
there we are in the dance room. there
we are without eyes. wheels
for fingers. the slide into a ripe darkness.
i want to meet you there 
in the underwater playground.
my breath held tight as a fist.
i want to not be able to speak words. 
let go. a ghost comes out my mouth.
climb stairs into an ancient game. 
it is quiet. after years of searching
my whole life for a place to be dead,
i find it here. the fish do not come.
instead, they treat it like a haunted house.
we trace the symbols in stone.
never lost to the salt or the song.
i cannot come home. you will have
to point to pictures of me & say,
"he is somewhere else now
beneath the water, kelp in his hair."