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
Lush. Like the tides, this poem swells and subsides. Love your closing line: We move our million eyes inside the deep.
Thanks, Eduardo. This is my first triolet.