Eyelashes

Join me on the bed of the lake
and rest your head for a little while.
This is what peace feels like, Virgil.
Watch me as I fill my mouth
with grains of silt and stones
because no one can tell us not to.
Tell me, Virgil, can you see the surface
from all the way down here?
Or would you rather forget the water ends?
Purse your lips and breathe out
just enough that when you tilt your head
the bubbles will catch on your eyelashes.
You are beautiful suspended here
stone-still in the current of the water.
We will return to the surface before dark
but drink this in a while longer.
Just you and I, Virgil, on the bed of the lake.