She rises at night,
As new or full,
And she pulls him to his feet.

He rises at the sight of her,
A reflection of her old self,
Yet still illuminated
In her inconsistent darkness.

When she is unbalanced
He aches to compensate,
Attempts to return her kindness,
But he is left merely trying,
With her unsure of dying.

For the moon can raise the tide,
But the tide can't light the moon.

Between the tangledness of legs,
arms and organs pumping
with and prodding on
beaches and blankets
because the warmth
of the Atlantic current
only separates our love
into microcosmic pieces of sand,
built up sea shells of my heart,
I can sense the waves,
wet and crashing as I hold my breathe
suspended beneath green-blue
glass tides and soft seaweed
on the in-betweens of my fingers,
a frozen moment could remain forever
floating within the folds of drenched time
and ***, I'll keep my lungs flooded
with oxygen and my heart beat slowed
and exact because drowning
with you in this deep
isn't the same as drowning at all.

We are sands astride and in the tides
Waters which tare us from both sides

Passion and fury
Duty and honor
Pushes us in
And pull us out

Love to hate
Pushes us in
And pulls us out

The desire for domesticity
And the desire to be free
Pushes us in
And pulls out

Till we are bludgeoned
By the flotsam
Tangled in the terrible debris
Battered by the violent sea
No more you than I am me
And I wish I had the gills to breath
Before those tides overwhelm me

wonder if it's real
this place I call home
where the cosmos create
the tides turn and
the moon is in cahoots
with the cat population

wild wolf howl roars
composure unwraps
conscious our conversation
crawlin' round my belly

a quiet coat of fur
heart warming homecoming
the ease of revolution

Ghosts of the day
give way
to the gloom
between street lights
where shadows move
in the sourness of solitude
when little changes
except time, tides
and dreams
with a variety of themes.

Sculpted by the tides
Marble faces
Cold embraces
Listless lies
Float in the wind
Drifting boats
Sink and disappear
A diaspora of shadows
Misanthropic memories
Malevolent, mimicking.

I was the tides and you were the moon,
                             you brought me too close all too soon

and just like the tides all I can feel is the cold
                             we suddenly came crashing to a unfortunate halt.

You shouldn't have said you revolve round another
                             my voice sounds so dull when before it was thunder

if these words were lies I would surely paint them white
                             because honestly baby, I just don't wanna fight.

So please won't you stop rubbing salt in my wounds?
                             I wish what we had could again be resumed

however you are the moon and no doubt you'll move on
                             I barely even had you and you're already gone.

So your words are like anchors and I'm helplessly drowning
                            my heart was so strong but you stopped its pounding.