Tides

High tide has eroded me,
tidal waves rubbing salt into my wounds.
I want to live with my eyes shut now,
in a shady haze of lazy afternoons,
with just my toes in the low foam.

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moments of anticipation
condense overhead
beads of humidity
collected in drops of
dreams painted across
a canvas hidden in the closet .
when the moon
unveils this silk of
fantasy, I will fall
back into your embrace
and there will be
no more need for fabric
stitched with distance.