She becomes entangled
in a series of dreams

filled with shallow pools
and the struggle to swim away.

He knows they belong together,
the way her hair mail

drapes over his cheeks
when they kiss—

a protection against the wind.

The porch glider creaks when they lean
back. Light filters through.

Trails of shadow links spill
onto their legs.

“My gills!” she bellows
as she wakes.

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