snorkeling on the sea of cortez
once you break
the surface tension you remember:
all dreams occur underwater.
lithe and slippery, we
reminisce about the pleasures of fishes
exploring the world
through thick-lipped caresses.
called back by the scattering light, you
wake up to a new skin of saltcrust
cracked and crumbling
in the creases
of your palms, where I
am altering the course of your future
with the imprint of my fingertips.