It was a sub terrain keystone cavern of cathedral proportions, carved out from the processes of semi-precious, conductive mineral excavations.
I dreamt I lived underwater, there,
in a little house on the floor of
it was filled with water.
It rained heavy droplets of oxygen,
pattering on the tin roof.
I drop my pen, it slowly floats downwards.
You catch it with your mouth, before it reaches the ground.
Your eyes look up at mine with pride.
I see you shiver.
I silently say: Come and let’s lie down together; you on your back.
I wrap my legs around you, and
slide my thighs and calves against yours,
rubbing limbs like how crickets sing,
until you are warm.
Satisfied sighs bubble from your lips.
You keep shivering well after becoming warm.