Tides

The dark tide swells, then slowly subsides,
Hauls off a million eyes into the deep.
How have you made of me a thirsty shore?
Your dark tide swells, then wisely subsides.
My mouth, a quarter moon, rises for more
To spill and share with you a sip of sea.
Our dark tide swells, then slowly subsides.
We move our million eyes inside the deep.

2013

2 Responses to “Tides”

  1. eduardo says:

    Lush. Like the tides, this poem swells and subsides. Love your closing line: We move our million eyes inside the deep.

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