to be woken by your breath

I was dreaming about us-
you were only just there, behind my eyelids-
I’m only now losing the feel of your hair between my fingers

floating in the ocean,
no one and no thing but the war-cry of our radiant captor,
and us.
in the sky, I called the sun the moon
(you said the moon was the sun),
shining through each other and bobbing with our bodies and the tide

it could have been gulls I heard in the distance,
maybe memories,
perhaps fears I’ve forgotten 

the water seemed a beautiful dark, reflected in your eyes
wild, mysterious
we pretended our lips were fish made for only the other’s,
we named each star in the sky,
called them curiosities, called them “Ra” and “mountain flower”

we floated there in your eyes, in the sea,
and laughed about the marriage of the sun and moon