Static

clicks                   
                           scrolls
            static
    churning warm
                                 air
                           like water

       you
 swimming
                           my hands form
                        your shoreline

             waves white
               and black
     
      think I believe 
         in mermaids now
                                       hear them singing

                                                 for me
 tide pools simmer
   cold fingers dip

                             TV off

breathing
                     
                    you

the world made light
 as feathered flying

                                  the air between my palms
                                  and your temples
the pocket of air
beneath your cap
above your crown
                                     full atmospheres
                                     form from your center
                                     radiating the same

       static
                 charm
                             honey bee dynamic
                             bovine resting
                             limbs flailing
                             keep me warm

the ocean is in your eyes

when they open
it is then                     the
                         mermaids
                                   sing