for such is
the ebbing of the tides
relentless in its steps
its kisses wet from parting
and so returns to the shore
panting for another
i watch as
the ocean comes running
from the sunset to the beach
and spray the purple with its mists
my feet are rooted and buried
between the lips of sand and water
i am touching love
through a plexiglass
in front of a cinema
i am watching so close, yet so far
we are wandering stars
i, jupiter, hollow and distant
and you, the earth and her moon
i see it now,
the tugging, the ebbing
of tides into the shore
is only as true as your embrace
written like the dance of the flowers
and the bees, your kisses are
sun-like, returning the day
to his night.
