Unmouthable Lake

Where we are equals
is a lake with
unmouthable
words for a name.

And crowned in firs.

Your greens are long
drawn through the water
staining ribbons
around my skin.

But I

Oh, I
am fast in the water
and this is why
we're equals here.

If I cannot touch you,

I can be breathed in
by the gills
also breathing in you

so that we are one song

sung
by the unmouthable lake,
each of us mere notes
in its melody

safely just parts of

a music happening
on the skin
and in the spine,
felt, never heard.