In my dream...

I wish that in my dream you were standing next to me, shoulder to shoulder, wrists crossed, our fingers interlocked. Against the sea breeze, noisome and cold, the heat of our palms pressed so and sweating spreads like fever through our blood and bones and hearts, inflamed, radiant, incendiary. I wish that you were next to me, in my dream or otherwise, casting warmth in a glance or a smile while the roar of the sea drowns sounds born of human breath. In my dream I would see you push aside a briny lock from a flashing, fiery eye and I would breathe your brimstone breath exhaled burning from your furnace heart. I would taste your salty lips in searing kiss as breakers boiled and steamed around us, tugging at our feet and pulling us free to tumble among the deeps, luminous in the cold darkness.