The Estuary

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.