Beached

We were swimming beneath the
crystalline sea.
Pale visitors to an
alien realm, holding
wrinkled hands and
kicking rubber feet and
gazing into misted glass,
where eyes should be.

The currents
dashed us into bright corals
and we bled bright blood,
and the sunlight burnt our backs.
But we felt nothing.
We were submerged in
silent beauty.

Then the salty water began
to seep into our lungs.
The tide began to tug us away.
We kissed;
and then
we drowned.

I awoke alone
in a distant land.
Bones cold as lead.

Washed up onto a
single bed.