Still working on this one but here it is….

Still fanciable; my heart still sold-
still taken despite contingency, 
geurilla warfare and pilaging. 
And so my heart-hopes lie hidden,
still gone under your deep.
Your unknown soul-scape, 
winking on the edge of my retina;
a sealed off abyss, teasing.

Under these leagues my love lies, 
resides, beating and lost in you- 
(like dear ol’ Davy Jones), sinking 
down, down into the secret silt,
a taste of your salt; lingering-
a token signal to the depths
I’ve fallen. A daily route into you.  
Locked and merged, seaming together, 
twinning an uncomfortable dichotomy.
Hook and eye, lover depth.
Dig deep, burrow and lose sight of you.

Palm to palm, head to face. 
Arm in arm, head over heels.
Heart in stomach and foot in mouth.