Lighting the way

Lighting the way


In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrap¬ping myself down the beach
till your skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was a cur¬rent,
a melody gathering words to itself
for us to sing, and we sang them,
and they swirled around us, iridescent fish
bringing light to the world you were for me;

and then I was water, a river
washing the night from your flesh,
and I cradled your body rising in me
till you were clean, glow¬ing,
and when you surfaced, glistening,
there was not an inch of you I didn’t cling to

By nutbuster