I remember when
we used to
run to the border
and embrace
through the fences

I remember when
we used to
breathe out
and breathe each other in

I am there, beneath your skin
and dreaming of
flesh
and blood
and heartbeats
pumping through the night

without interruption
without interpretation

we are here
in the ocean
treading water
and, with our gills,
breathing in the night

and the moon
pulls us to the shore
and the hanging axe
creeps up
and, with its wires
and pulleys,
brings us slowly to the shore