hey baby, what's your sign?
once upon a late late hour i was floating in the sea, warm and twinkling inside and out, my eyes not vital to taking in my surroundings. closed or open, they registered the same - that i need not look to see. i found myself facing the horizon when i wasn't facing up, but it made no difference: it was all an endless expanse of gray meeting gray meeting gray. gradients of gray washed over me as the sky met the sea, and we kissed, and the waves lapped over my breasts, and for once i had no blood - only sweet, warm salt water, coursing through my veins and pumping me full of life. i wished then that i could swim forever in the dark, be swallowed by the embrace of the sky and the sea, and roll between them like a new lover between the sheets.