(I feel you) speaking into me

even though we are not talking

(as if we have) already merged

with the silver liquid shimmering ocean

cresting and lapping happily at our toes.

(I feel you) speaking into me

but your voice is not as I remembered it

from the party (all those years ago).

(I listen to you) I listen to you

in repeat and refrain of rushing water

vibrant sky deep-drawn mirrored depths.

It is the rolling vibrato shimmer of tremble

and that last long fluttered look

that shakes me (as I feel you)

speaking into me.