Flood. Flood me.
Lap my edges like
an ocean to the shore.
Crests and crashes
shifts and shivers
receding in a slurry
mingling, joining.
A hybrid of beauty, chaos.
I swirl around in the storm of you.

We take from each other
and
I give back.

I contour to you.

When the storm quiets
damages assessed

we are still the same beach
though the sand's a little less.