I dreamed of you last night
for reasons unbeknown
to sea-
perhaps it was the way your words pressed themselves
against my avidity,
like fishes in need of a kiss
that made me feel I
knew you so;
but one can never really know another
minds are like an ink vast,
oceans of abstruse thoughts
waiting to be interpreted
by a wave of sincerity,
before its splash slaps an empty handed empathy
forging insecurities
that swell in the wake of morning-tide
