Water Dream

On the black beach you and I

leave doodled footprints

to be lifted by the sea.

Our bodies understand

the hurricane of whispered witchcraft

the cadence of attraction

the dark salt taste

at the heart of a candied day.

We do not hold each other

but we can each hold

two cupped hands of water

to sip and say I love you -

We can clasp our coin of the tornado

in immaculate burning calm

and dream of the ocean

like sightless fish

swimming weightless

in formaldehyde.