I dreamt we swam into each other's arms,
in the way that dreams make us capable.
Liquid I slipped my arms into yours,
not like sleeves but as
into my own skin, our own skin, 
and slid into your torso, and you into mine, as if
we were seas meeting on the backs of tectonic plates.
As intertwined waves we built each other's strength,
your thoughts and feelings known better than
a seashore knows its seas; explicitly
you understood all that there is to me.