Between the tides
I find myself caught
Between the tides,
Surrounded by a shallow sea,
With you,
Your heartbeat unfamiliar
But not unkind.
And me, as always, slow to dance
To rhythms I cannot comfortably circle
With my hips.
But we are not trapped here.
This loneliness is finite,
Familiar in its melancholy.
Transient as birds.
And though the distant shore,
Of all we know seems lost,
It is not blackness,
Nor treachery that waylays,
More a friendly fate,
I think.
One that in kindness cannot give us up
As flotsam tossed to rot again,
In mud.
Take then my hand my love,
Until you feel the dance in me,
And I in you.
And let us make the rhythm
Of our selves
Once more our own.
A.D.
Thanks Adrienne – I thought you’d forgotten.
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