Like Gods

Uncomplicated we lie here
between half blind and entwined in a hazy
early Sunday morning full of liberating water
that washes salt from hair. Outside the sea is

of a blue plexiglas. Waves iron themselves a
clear plane and the secret is kept about the flakes
of sunlight in your eyes now that you don't notice

the window.  Behind it a world breaks up in
gold, a child hides in a suitcase, searches for
coconut in a palm tree. We stay
indoors, where the sea is a soft rhytmic rustle.

It doesn't ask dressing for wet wounds.
In a dreamed vineyard we run ourselves dry.