The Sea

In the shallows of us, where light dances

brief as kisses, you find me-

grains of your words sticking

to the wet hem of my thoughts.

We stand, ankle-deep, learning

the pull of tides mimicking heartbeats,

how the sea, like love,

is deep and fathomless.

Night rolls in with the fog;

our voices low, mingling

like waves over old stones-

smoothed by years, by the press of water.

Here, in this quiet bay,

the moon casts a silver question

on the surface, and we,

adrift, answer with our silence.

Love is this: the drift,

the deep, the salt on our skin-

an ocean, boundless,

with every tide returning home.