we meet for the first time
in unmade sheets when half
asleep you tell me you dream
you are a seabird, flying
through the night
I am the deep green ocean
in the moment of awakening, waves
cresting, white tern riding
in my wind and wake reaching
down to skim the seafoam
buoyed across the pillow and buoyant
you dream you are a seabird
and I am the deep green ocean
poised
in the moment before thought.