Cresting and breaking as the moon pulls. Me.
Across my infinite self to land. You.
The first kiss from your spray touched lips
Encourages me to push again and again,
Further and further along that beckoning shoreline.
Each pull away from you is agony, until
With renewed strength of need driving me
I crash again and again over you. In you.
Embraced at last you hold my soul fast
As I am torn asunder while most flows back
To where my lonely search for you began.
Cupped in your hands, what remains of me sighs with release
And pools to take refuge in the tiny pockets of your heart.
originally written and published by me on 8/7/17