You Don't Exist

Somewhere in my dreams

blue-skinned women dance in the sand

around flames that lick their thighs and calves.

The fire burns my face.

My hair is long and drifts into the water

where it glistens in the light of the moon.

The pull of the waves brought me here.

Now it wants to drag me back.

I am not afraid.

There is only an endless ocean

and the pinprick of our island.

I don’t think about you at all.