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I call it sleep surfing I lie next to you floating in the dark current of night listening to you breathe the sound of waves rising and falling Into my own breath, your salt warm flesh rushes on the sea breeze my hands and my arms, my legs move, timed with the waves, mounting the sled of your body You ripple and turn in your depths soft as water While I, tense, poised, move, am moved by this vast ocean straining with the rhythm of the sets, looking for the perfect wave Rolling, your hand slips along the white foam of the sheets brushes my lips and settles there Rolling, the crest of your hip sends my arm sliding into the liquid cradle of your trough where my heart speeds forward where there is thunder in my ears and my fingers brush the spray skimming along through the night whose waters fold over us Sus- pended in the divine hollow space worshipping at speed deep within the hallowed green chamber Your dreams know what I am doing and your body knows what I am doing but you also surf in the aquiescence of your sleep