After 3, in the middle of the night I gave myself away You saw through my skin Your out to my in, swimming so hard against this softness. We were awake beyond sensation, but dumb to anything but the hum within. We made our reciprocal dive, wetted down and so well suited. Quivering, I recall those moments of focused clarity, synchronized like breathing exercises fueling our endurance. I saw the instant of unity slip when, entwining beyond limbs, or minds, we claimed the sunken treasure cried out as one and exhausted released each other, came up for air. Before 7, An aching in my eyes-- am I a fool or did we embrace some elusive truth in the hour before the first bird broke the night with a song for himself?