whispering tides

left their taste in my mouth

one of salt sand and sea

touch shy in the dark

rippling along two bodies

lineages forged in soil

dissolve into story

separate forms hold

similar longing

like open mouth of estuary

swallow my river whole

melt into limb overflow

into dawn soft light

there are oceans of

memory between us

some which will fade

again into dusk

and your mouth i

no longer know

but we’ll always have the

gentle glow of morning