Woman in the Waves

The face that soars above mine

With eyes brown as the earth beneath my feet

Is the one I whisper to

And hold.

Your lips, as wet as a sea shore

Moist from a resting tongue

That lashes like a wave

Awakens from slumber of the night

Uttering bitter truths

Parting ways and coming together

Like my answers,

Your tides come and leave.

Your hands enclosed in mine like a summer web

Must surely brave the weather

When the sun keeps its promise, and hides

When fine yarns come undone

And the sky is most vile.

Shivering in the cold shade

As the water rises, she whispers,

‘Meet me halfway’

And I pick up my roots

And walk.