July 13, 2025
We kiss at the boundary.
Your taste is saline but pleasant
My breath is fresh like winter’s morning.
We touch tenderly at first,
My soft streams reaching out to caress your cheek,
And your tide erodes me slowly,
As we spill into each others’ depths
In a place where only the night sky knows of our meeting.
And so it happens.
Our storms surge against each other
Your seafoam meeting my twilight mist
Undoing each other in waves —
Shattering skyward where the birds dare not fly
But at our most vulnerable, we dance like gentle ripples.
And as the sun rises, we settle into calm
As the light casts on us a rich glimmer
That even the sun itself dare not look directly.
But as our lips part at this boundary,
And we fall out of our embrace,
We know
That ours was a love that stirs the tide
But can never bridge what salt and silt divide.