I am oxygen for you are the sky.
We exist only
because rain has formed the sea.
Our memory is buried
in every tide.
Its waters swim inside
the roots of our blood.
The fluid of our language,
rippling stories in the school of words.
The bits of dreaming
are collected in clay pots.
Our thoughts are birds skittering
in the branches above the swirl.
Existence is the milky fish eyes
floating lifeless on the ocean’s surface.
Our kisses evaporate in the air,
not even dripping onto the
silent sea life nor sinking into the marl.
Our love is a bowl of feathers
waiting to form flight.
Until then are only meaning
waits in the icebox for the oven to warm.
Underwater, famished mermaids are eager to eat
the dreams and hopes of our sated angels.