Deep Under Fantaseas

Often
my fantaseas are storm tossed
 
followed by a languid, turquoise calm
 
My fantaseas
have untold depths
where undiscovered victors swim
where no light penetrates
yet radiant sensual warmth surrounds
 
With ever-newfound clarity 
visions crystallize
and sparkle
like fierce August sunshine
striking breakers
straining for the shore
 
If the fantaseas
in which I effortlessly glide
in which
underwater
I breathe most calmly
should ever evaporate
and dry up
 
 

I will drown.