See he slips like insinuations
Into the waves and sidles
Across breakers, diving under
The greater tidals,
Plunging, a small plane
Down dark altitudes,
Trailing bubbles like aerial bombs
Or a balloon's broods.
O moving ecstatic boy
Sliding through the gloomy seas
Who brings me pearls to enjoy
Rarer than to be found in the seas -  
Between the fixed bars of your lips
Darts the kiss like silver
Fish, and in my wild grip
You harbour, for ever.

  George Barker.