If words were water
I’d never drown
but float wave on
wave of them
over stormy seas
to  you my only
certain landfall.

There to cascade
into a pure  haven
of heart’s desire,
safe under shade
of your protecting
wings my words
will flow to tell
the endless tides
of ageless time
I am in love
with you as
long as our
hearts beat.

Tobias

small strands of cloudy beige
curved like an undulation
crying to be kissed
smelling of washing detergent
above wide caverns, stretching
joyously upwards like bowls
to capture the sound of the thunder
lines, grooved in the sand with a stick
mark where she sees the world
and every small breath
is an earthquake