We take a bath
in the dark blue,
for good karma,
of LEDs.
We still have many
hours to kill
before the Tesla
reaches its full charge.
Outside, the leaves,
small for an oak so large,
rustle in the warm breeze.
My companion
falls in and out
of a deep sleep.

I see her dream.

The sun is raw.
Black bodies glisten
like smooth pebbles
under bare feet.
We look anxiously
at the line of the shore.
Our focus vacillates
between the lies
we have rehearsed
and the little barge.
The transparent floor
(it cost so much!)
barely separates
our watery keep.

She jerks suddenly.



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