in my dream
she's underwater.
she's a mermaid with silver
wings.
wound tightly in a green
petal dress.
her long hair
blows
beneath the sea
lit from the light above.
in my dream
she's coming, she's
near,
she's opening her arms
to me.
I wake up with salt
in my eyes,
the brine of night
upon me.
the weight of the past
holding me
still in bed.
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