I dreamed, last night, that we were in
a state of transcendence
But it didn’t feel quite like a dream,
more a remembrance

So clear it was -- so familiar,
this gifted visual
We moved about and undulated,
smooth and consensual

Our movements were distinctive, sinuously serpentine
Our forms were sleek and graceful,
with a bit of a blue shine

We appeared amphibious,
and moved erotically
Together we curved and rippled, simultaneously

Clearly, we were passionate,...