"Love" is the tide.

We are simply parts of

The shore.

Our hearts are grains of

Sand, collected and becoming

A shared entity.

“Love” is the tide.

We lie around waiting,

Waiting,

Waiting

For the waves to take us

Over.

Waiting

For the salt to kiss our lips,

But the taste lingers a

Lifetime.

When the tide gets high,

That’s when we lose ourselves.

We drown in the salt and

Sea plants. The weeds

Wrap around our lungs

And take our oxygen.

The ocean conjures up

A storm of

Stinging eyes and

Dry-heaving.

“Love” is the tide.

We long for it to sweep

Over us—

To consume us. Waiting,

Waiting,

Waiting

For the breeze to push it our way.



But humans don’t

Have gills.

We can’t breathe beneath

Masses of H20.



So we drown within

It. Blanketed in the waves.





A.R.