I love the image of two lovers sleeping, protected from the outside/siren-filled/dangerous world. And not just sleep, but underwater sleep. The sea is all around - it blocks the sounds from outside; it makes all a little hazy.
And it's true, when you are in water and you look up - the sky, which is so familiar, looks alien and remote - other worldly - and you can't understand what anyone above you is saying, even if they are screaming. I respond to the image that sleep with a loved one is like being submerged. The protective embrace.
Favorite line: "perhaps there are cops, and perhaps sirens, / and the air is full of ash, / but our night, our night is submarined."
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